The week between Christmas and New Years always feels strange to me. A few years ago, I heard someone on the radio say it’s the week that “doesn’t count.” At the time, I laughed in agreement. But now I’m not so sure.
The week between Christmas and New Years is like the space between stories. It’s filled with an odd mix of quiet reflection and eager anticipation… soulful solitude and social gatherings… laughter and tears. During this week, we discard that which was once useful and we create space for what’s yet to come. And as we count down the days, hours, minutes and seconds… each second counts.
This isn’t a week of wasted time. It’s more like a week of incubation, as we complete our final bits of evolution before bursting forth into a new year. This week is the bridge that connects what was with what will be. It’s a transition between time, relationships, chapters of our lives and versions of ourselves.
This week, I’m cleaning out old files, photos and my refrigerator. I’m meditating, mourning, planning, imagining and stretching (figuratively and literally). And, as I honor my sadness over what’s been lost, mingled with my fear of the future, I’m reminding myself of my personal potential and the infinite possibilities that lie ahead.
All of *this* is progress.
Wishing you a peaceful and prosperous evolution towards 2017.