Last week I bought a 2019 diary to have available for
January 1st. It sat at the
ready on my nightstand waiting to be opened and have the first words of a new
year etched in it.
On a personal note, my diaries are more like Sgt. Friday’s journals--just the facts, ma’am. No deep insights or personal reflections or heartfelt
gushing. Just where I went, what I did and occasionally what celebrity died or
who won the Superbowl. Period. If you suffer from insomnia and want a sleeping
aid, read my diary. It’s boring with a capital B. BUT, it does serve a purpose as
I’m able to look back and see when I took a
vacation, bought a car, moved, you get the picture. Just don’t ask me how I
felt about the vacation, car, or move, because you won’t find it there. I keep
my emotions to myself so not even Dear Diary knows how I feel.
What’s the purpose of this? It's to say that we all have a brand-new
year ahead of us and how we fill those empty pages is yet to be known. When the
year comes to an end and you and I have bought a new 2020 diary, what will this
current one be filled with? Will there be events we never could have
imagined? Some really amazing thing that happened? Some bad news that took us to
the brink?
It’s a good thing we don’t have a crystal ball and can see
the future for if we could, we’d just go ahead and fill in all the pages
without waiting for the days to arrive on the calendar. As it is, we have to
wait and see what each new day brings. And
that, my friends, is the beauty of life. Every day is different and, like a
book, it has a new beginning, a half-way point, and a finale at day’s end. And
the next day we arise to see what that day will bring.
What will you say at the end of this year: What a great ride
2019 was? How glad you are that it’s over?
Only time will tell and it's not telling us, just yet.
Quote of the day:
“What a
wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t even
happened yet.” Anne Frank
