After R.I.P. of 2023

When I think of new beginnings, I first have to put to rest the old man of my life, those patterns and habits that kept me together in the sometimes treacherous days I survived the year before. Some of my patterns and habits are consistently bad and some are occasionally brilliant for repairs of the collateral damage I have accrued. So, along with the facing off of my enemies from within and without, I must make appraisal as to what is valuable for me to retain. So, in my estimation, a new beginning is a difficult task. I don't like being moved or challenged or changed. Do you? Does anyone really?

I think we all have the hope that a sudden rebirth will be automatic and ever so lovely. But have we forgotten the pangs and spasms of what labor is like? It is a curse, if truth be told. But once started, a delivery, nonetheless, will occur. We have no idea what the new baby will look like, but we have our imaginations based on the propensities and whims of DNA, of course. We have faith in our character that we will embrace this new child and guide it, keep it safe, and watch it grow, praying that it will love us back for the investment we have in it. Or do we? I find it a little frightening, if I am to be honest. Will I be a good parent of the new "me?"

There is so much expectation to this concept and the pressure is a bit overwhelming. And as I succumb to the fact that I have no control, really...well, maybe therein lies the problem. But there is a vague sense that maybe I can ease the anxiety with hope. I hope there will be no death in this new year for my family. I hope that the people I love will give up their addictions and turn to better coping mechanisms, healthier ones. I hope that we all get better and not bitter. I want this new baby to bring laughter and love and closer, healthier relationships. Here's to the hope of New Beginnings.