Corinthians 13.
Like clockwork, all of the poetic and passionate New Year cliches are swirling around in unison like fruit flies. I’ve always been a proud member of the January 1 swarm, collectively willing ourselves for a better tomorrow through good intentions and strong wills. But for whatever reason, I just don’t feel the need to verbalize concrete resolutions this go-around.
Over the last year, on a daily basis, I’ve spent time taking care of myself emotionally, spiritually and physically, so it seems unnecessary to participate in one heaping overhaul, overnight.
Every single day I strive to live healthy and holistically inside and out. Every single day I’ve reflected on smarter purchasing decisions and actively work on accepting my closet as is, nothing more, nothing less. Every single day I purposefully choose to be a faithful friend, daughter and sister. Every single day I’d like to lose a few more pounds, magically enjoy running on the treadmill and suddenly savor the monotonous, time consuming act of chopping and peeling vegetables for salads.
One aspect I do appreciate about a big sparkly ball dropping 365 days later is celebrating the concept of starting over. Two major chapters in my life, a professional career and a partner in crime, are simultaneously being rewritten.
In exactly one week, things are literally Changing with a capital C.
I start my new marketing position that doesn’t even have a complete job description outlined or a title for that matter…the only thing set in stone is my salary. Also my parents, who have been overseas half way across the world for several weeks, are returning. They have been gone since Mr. Big reentered my life and are next on his list to speak with, in person. He has had personal conversations with my basketball team size of nationwide siblings and took those interactions extremely seriously and impossibly sincerely. And now, the two greatest influences and caretakers in my existence will be the pivotal benchmark to moving forward with our future together.
Ever since the night he came to me pushing that very sentiment, Change, it has manifested beyond my imagination. Embracing the road ahead is overwhelming and amazing all at the same time. But one thing it is not so much is scary. The New Year is full of hope, happiness and if love truly doesn’t fail and always prevails, a hubby.
