As the crystal ball dropped on Time Square in NYC, the clock in our downtown chimed midnight, and 2013 came to Central Indiana.
Across the snow covered rooftops, the clock face on the tower of the courthouse, could be seen illuminating the darkness. With steady certainty it ticked away the seconds.
As people all around the world celebrated the New Year, our young daughter cried.
I wanted to cry too.
She said, "There is no way I will EVER live to see 12-12-12 again, and 2012 seemed like it only lasted a week."
In the darkness we talked together about not letting fear and sadness and regret steal our joy for the moment.
This moment is what we have and we need to feel its' joy and embrace its' essence.
Still she cried.
She shares a grief that I attempt to carry in silence.
Time is priceless.
Time is urgent.
Time once gone cannot be replaced.
Every minute counts.
The thought is always in the forefront of my mind that the way I spend my time matters. For me, it is difficult to see time pass and feel confident that I have done my best with each moment I have been given.
I don't want to squander the precious commodity of time.
I am a goal setter.
I am a list maker.
However, I rarely make New Year's Resolutions.
Each day is a fresh chance to improve and do better.
This one thing I know...
...forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on.
Happy New Year! Happy 2013! Happy Day!
I am embracing it, to do my best with what I have!