Let’s tiptoe forward, past this sleeping cherub of a New Year, grateful for a little peace and willing to tamp down our triumph in order to maintain it.
No loud declarations, chest pumping, football spiking, jersey tossing, look-at-me, good luck jinxing, excessive celebrations.
Let’s approach this round of roaring twenties with a satisfied purr;
appreciate the simple gifts we humans sometimes disregard;
celebrate our smiles and coax as many as we can from the world around;
point our opposable thumbs up a little more often in universal gestures of encouragement and admiration;
tuck that middle finger away;
shake our heads in disapproval a little less;
nod them up in acknowledgement a lot more;
Let’s set our sights on serenity and recognize its worth;
treat ourselves to nice long moments and preserve the best ones for inspiration;
shake off lethargy and disappointments;
sweat, not the small stuff, but in ways that make our muscles grow;
allow ourselves to dream.
Let’s make this the year or quiet triumphs.
Happy New Year! (Shhhhhhhhhh!)