A New Year
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Ah. 2013 stretches out so fresh and clean. As I begin the new year in England (for just a few days more), I am reminded of the first post I wrote on my other blog, everyday poetry, last June.
…and so it begins. And beginnings aren’t often beautiful or dramatic or clear-cut. Often, they overlap with endings or middles, all of them muddled together into a minty mess that is sometimes tasty and sometimes overpowering.
I prefer my beginnings to be precise. And so I wait. But precise beginnings only come in retrospect, not in the living out; it’s when you’re telling the story that you can pinpoint the start of something.
Back then, I didn’t have any inkling that I would be writing here at Gimme Some Reads, alongside Ali, Sarah, and Liz. Or that I would get to be in England twice in one year, plus Sweden and Estonia! And yet, all that happened — along with so many other everyday things.
To begin is rarely easy, but often simple. To hope, is similarly not easy, yet usually simple. I think January 1st is the one day every year when hoping and beginning are both simple and easy.
Anything is possible. Everything matters. Always imagine. Let’s go.