It always struck me as interesting that January 1 of any given new year, could also be looked at as just another day in December. It is technically only one day later, but what makes 1-1-19 so significantly different than 12-31-18? Champagne, celebrations and salutations aside, it really is just "tomorrow" to the last day of the year. And yet we assign great meaning and symbolism of new beginnings to this passage of 24 hours.
Of course, there are the requisite New Year’s resolutions, and I am not immune to this practice. In past years I have vowed to lose more weight (better eating habits) and gain more wait (more patience). These are big promises to fulfill especially 30 or so days into the new year. But I'll keep trying.
So what does all of this have to do with The Canswer Man? I just celebrated what some could consider my one year birthday - marking one year since my stem cell transplant and the medically theoretical beginning of my new immune system. My journey has been a series of single days, each taken at face value. Never knowing quite for sure what tomorrow would bring, how many more "days" I would need to get over the hump, and how long the fix would last if it even could be affected. I've strung those singular days together into over a year now, and each one has been unique, some more exciting some more boring than others, but all have had the promise of the coming tomorrow.
In the case of December 31, the promise of tomorrow brings with it the increased emphasis of a coming new year. As with so many comparable transitions, the choice is ours to embrace the change. Whether we see it as just another 24 hours to survive or a whole new annual beginning, how we maximize the arrival of the new day (warts and all) is up to us. Change may not necessarily be about major overhauls or life-altering revelations, victories can also be found in the small movements and moments of life.
