I love this time of year. This might actually be my favorite day—I woke up this morning just so charged up by all of the possibilities that it feels like my brain is buzzing. I want to make lists and plans and resolutions and run in the park and bake bread and start the book I was saving for today. It’s a great day. It’s a brand new year. I feel like dancing.
About a month ago, I posted this quote from Emerson about starting each day fresh:
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blindness and absurdities no doubt have crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely
and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with
your old nonsense.
This day is all that is good and fair.
It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on yesterday.
I’ve had this on a notecard next to my bathroom mirror, and I’ve been trying to groggily hammer it into my brain at the beginning of every day. But now I think I understand what I’ve been ineffectually grasping at —this feeling, this New Year’s Feeling is what I’m aiming for every day. All my stupid screw-ups happened so long ago and today is about nothing but exciting possibilities. This is what I want to keep.
It’s just a stupid calendar day. The dropping of the ball in Times Square didn’t change the material situation of my world. This day is actually no different than yesterday. I woke up in the same bed I went to sleep in, the champagne glasses are still in the sink, the house is freezing because I decided I was hot before bedtime and turned the air way down. Life is the same. But it feels different. And it feels different because this is the day that you give yourself a pass on the past. This is the day to focus on the future.
I’ve got myself a little list of resolutions this year—mostly about moving towards a more peaceful, creative mental space, but with a few more tangible goals—but I think this is the most important: I want to keep this New Year Feeling—this excitement about the future—every morning, not just today.
Today is about nothing but exciting possibilities.