The allure of shiny objects seems to be part of the human condition. We like stuff new. That even applies to points on the calendar. At a certain season in time, we share best wishes for the months ahead. And though I personally find it counter-productive, some people even take pleasure in bashing what they left behind, with a “Good riddance.”
In contrast, the wisest person who ever lived said this: “The end of a thing is better than its beginning.” Why would that be?
Beginnings, while often difficult, are exciting. There’s anticipation, suspense, and the hope of great things to come. As the days roll on, however, a sort of grind settles in. It’s tempting to give up.
Those who stay the course are eventually awarded with something gratifying: an accomplishment.
As one major date gives way to the next, I’m glad to convey hopes for wonderful futures. I also applaud every achievement of the past fifty-two weeks, including the miracle of you and me simply making it to wherever we are right now.
Happy Old Year.