Nothing says “transformation” more loudly than New Year’s Eve. To put an end to the tiresome old year and usher in the new one with music, bubbly, childish delight and goofy noisemakers, kissing strangers, moving into the unknown. Procrastination collapses and rises again as a resolution, Like Jesus busting out of the tomb. Rebirth a possibility – even a realistic expectation. Salvation in the minute hand.
And even though we question whether old acquaintances should be forgot and never brought to mind, in truth we want to forget and we do. The road rage driver who cut us off, the bank error that caused such a nightmare, the friend who insulted us, the in-law who doubted our ideas, We raise a glass and let that roll off our backs, It’s gone, part of the old. Let it go.
Instead, the light of hope flickers to life in our ideas. We let ourselves think new thoughts, allow ourselves to reframe old habits. Jump though the small window of minutes ticking away to land on a new street, heading in an unknown direction. It’s as glorious as fireworks and excitement rises inside us, rivaling the foam in our cup when the cork gets out of the way. The old out of the way.
Oh Lord, let me bubble over tonight and become new as the minute hand reaches toward heaven.