And so we begin. It’s that time when people claim words and slogans and resolutions as they walk into this fresh and empty space called a New Year. I haven’t claimed a word, a slogan, or made any resolutions for this one, but I will cheer on those who do. (I don't even have a new calendar yet, and the ones at home still say November and December something or other.)
I cooked breakfast this morning. That’s generally what Mother does, but I sent her to the couch and took over. As I cracked four eggs into a skillet, watched them take shape in their own way, I wondered how this year would shape up.
There’s no way to know, of course, but I’m a believer in living each day to the fullest, in turning lemons into lemon cakes. There’s no promise of tomorrow. So maybe that’s my word and slogan and resolution all in one fell swoop.
Today is all we have.
Take the lemons and bake a lemon cake.
Whatever your word or resolutions may be, I wish you just enough resistance to make you stronger, and just enough rain to make rainbows.
Happy New Year!
Have you ever?