The countdown. These are the last things we say as the year ends before we explode with shouts, smiles, hugs, or kisses as we celebrate the beginning of a new year. I love the countdown. It makes me feel like I’m an Olympic runner at the start line, just waiting for the gun to fire so that I can leap out from the blocks. Each year, like each race, is new. The last one – the last year – doesn’t matter, especially if I don’t want it to, because I’m back at 1 – back to a fresh start.
Now I get to count up, from that pure, unblemished, solitary ‘1’. Even the look of it, the simplicity of it – the number one (1) – is beautiful. A single line, maybe two, with a curve on top; it looks like a clean slate. The moment I count down to and count up from ‘1’ I can set the pace again and start anew.
I enjoy Day 1. The first day of the year. The most hopeful of the 364 to follow. I like Day 1 because I can do almost nothing wrong at ‘1’. I dream about the year to come and wonder: what will I accomplish? Who will I meet? How will the year unfold in real life versus the year in my mind’s eye? The extraordinary thing about being firmly entrenched in Day 1 is the mystery of it. I have no idea, really, of what Day 2, let alone Day 362 will look like. All I can do at ‘1’ is hope that at the end, at ‘365’, when I’m reflecting on the year that was – who I was and who I tried to be – that I’ll be eager for the countdown again. Eager, hopefully, not to erase the numbers that came before, but excited to try again as I count down to and count up from ‘1’.
Wishing all of you a very happy new year. May all 365 days of 2013 treat you well.