I love new beginnings! The chance to start from scratch, make something your own, take in all the possibilities that lie ahead.
If you would have told me at the beginning of 2016 that in 2017 I would be a stay-a-home Mom, I would be starting my first blog and Donald Trump would be president. I probably would have laughed and bet you beer if any one these events actually came true. Well, here we are today…cheers! This proves to me that there are absolutely no limit to the possibilities the year can bring.
On the same token new beginnings can sometimes seem scary and intimidating due to the unknown. It can be easy to swim in the sea of fear and get swallowed up in the possibilities of what could go wrong. It makes me think of this quote I love:
“When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible…
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
Free to choose our ends, and our beginnings
That is when, and only when…
We come to it”
~ Maya Angelou
It is easy to get lost in those fears, and I believe it takes practice to move beyond it, something I continue to work on.
A few years back my family and I started a tradition that I absolutely love! We have a gratitude jar that we keep in our kitchen with strips of construction paper and pens near by. Throughout the year anyone can add notes on what they are grateful for. On New Years Eve night we all get together as a family and read through each one of the notes. Its a great way to reflect, look back on the year and see what matters most to your family. The following were our top repeated gratitude’s for the year:
- Warm cozy home to come back to
- Each other
We had some great moments in 2016. We took the kids to Disney for the first time, did a Disney cruise, I got to go to Vegas for the first time. But ultimately it comes down to the basic necessities in life that really mattered.
Reflecting back and emptying our gratitude jar (FYI: the notes make great confetti to ring in the new year) is one of my favorite ways to end the year. Besides “noon year eve” parties! Who can stay up till midnight anymore?! My six year old son, Paxton, convinced me to let him stay up this year. He Used his sweetness and suckered me into it by saying “just give me a chance Mom”. How could I resist! So we stayed up while Dad and sister went to bed. What I learned from this experience is that this momma needs sleep. Lots of sleep. It took me days to recover!
It’s not too late to grab an empty jar and start throwing in those great moments. And I get it, I know not every moment can be great. Some days are harder to find those note worthy moments. But I guarantee, once you get in the habit of this, it’s easier to find that rainbow in the cloud.
What are some ways you move past the fear and focus on the light? Do you have family traditions? I would love to hear from you!