Although I gave up making resolutions years ago, I still look forward to the new year. I can't help wondering what it will bring.
When I was very young, it was the hope that this year I would meet the man of my dreams.
After the wedding, when our family failed to grow, it was the hope that this year the pregnancy test would turn out positive.
When the children arrived, my hopes were for their health and safety, and to meet the milestones of walking, talking, and finally the first day of school.
When the children were older, I told myself that this year I would get the job/promotion/career path I wanted.
When the children (now adults) left home for jobs and families of their own, I wondered if this was the year we would be given a grandchild.
And even later, I hoped I would find in retirement the time to do all the things I didn't have time for when I was working and raising a family.
You see the trend. I hope for the good things, the positive, even when I know the coming year will be littered with the inevitable setbacks, failures and disappointments, and illnesses.
But I put this thought aside, shove it out of sight, refuse to consider any but the rosiest of futures. I think I am hardwired this way, or it's something in my DNA. This is going to be a good year.
I wait with eager anticipation for whatever is going to happen, to happen. It is like an unopened gift, the contents of which will be only gradually revealed, to be known fully only at the end.
I hope it is the same for you, and that the coming year will be filled with blessings and wonder.
Happy New Year!