The irony is not lost on me with what I’m going to announce today. Go back twelve months to January 2017 and you’ll find an eerily similar piece I wrote about a season of “transitions and change” that Natalie and I were bracing for. A new chapter was supposedly opening up for us.
The good thing about beginnings is that they offer so much hope. There’s no past. No remorse for those you’ve hurt. No regrets for what’s been done. No shame for poor decisions and errant judgment. Starting at the beginning promises a clean slate, an empty page upon which to have your story written.
Each January 1st brings with it a myriad of “resolutions,” goals and visions of citizens around that world that desire to “be all they can be.” These resolutions, however, in no way resemble the term for which they are called, as many — if not all — “New Year’s resolutions” are neglected or thrown by the wayside within the first month, or less.