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I heard a rumor that tomorrow is January 1. My brain is having a hard time computing that.
All over my newsfeed today, people are saying “It feels like October 85th”- as we are 86 days into this horrible war. They are right, time feels stuck in a cycle of awful realities that we must now confront.
I’ve seen others post “Bye 2023… don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” That one resonated hard with me.
Of course, there was the classic, “New Years? That was so three months ago…” which always makes me smile.
Wherever you feel like you are on the calendar- whatever state of mind- or state of being– my calendar keeps telling me that tomorrow is January 1st.
The ads I’m getting on social media remind me that it’s time for New Year's Resolutions.
There is this mounting pressure to open a new chapter, start fresh, recommit, and begin again.
Beginning again when my focus is sluggish, my brain is overloaded, and the chapter we’re living in feels very much ongoing.
There is no closure. No end of the story. No resolution- yet.
Most of the time we are holding our breath, hoping for better news, the release of our hostages, the end of the war, our soldiers returned home, our communities all over the world to feel safe again.
And we know we can’t go back in time. We need to move through.
So in a way, though it feels like we are endlessly cycling, I welcome 2024.
Bring it on.
Anything we can do to move through this awful time.
I know we can’t skip to the end of the story.
And it's hard to process when we are in-process.
But watching the turning of the calendar is a reminder that time moves on, and maybe there is a hopeful resolution out there in 2024, waiting for us.
So my resolution is to hold onto that hope that the future will be brighter.
That there is healing waiting for us.
That hostage families will be reunited.
That we no longer will have to live with war.
That our soldiers come home.
That we can all live in peace.
What are your hopes for 2024?
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