One thing I always associate with the new year is a new journal, filled with empty pages just waiting for me to fill with my thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes and challenges. I think it hearkens back to the first day of school and a black and white composition book, shiny and new, pages crisp and clean, waiting to be filled with handwriting exercises and homework lessons. By the time the book was filled, the covers were worn around the edges, dog-eared and dog tired. They had served their purpose, their work done. Or maybe not. Maybe, they can serve as inspiration for a blog post 55 years later!
For believe it or not, I actually have three of my very first black and white composition books from kindergarten (1958). These books are more black and sepia-toned now, as they are 55 years old.
Here they are, my very first composition books! I actually still use black and whites for my “morning pages”, freewriting exercises to get the creative juices flowing. I’m glad, however, that these exercises are not being graded for either handwriting or content. One of the challenges i have with Parkinson’s disease is keeping
my handwriting legible. Perhaps if I wrote in letters as large as these , I would be more successful. My kindergarten teacher obviously had a sense of humor when she chose quotes for us to copy. She sure needed a sense of humor as there were 65 children in my kindergarten class!
I certainly hope I passed this test! I assume it was a test on writing my name, not on knowing it!
I try to write carefully as I begin a new journal, to start off with positive thoughts, hoping it will set the tone for the new year. I wait a few days to spell out my resolutions, trying to be honest, but not set myself up for failure. It’s disconcerting to look back in December at those January resolutions and realize I didn’t accomplish any of them! Better to start with small, reachable goals and add to them as the year goes on. When I was in college and taking teaching courses, we learned to write specific, measurable goals when writing lesson plans. Also a good plan to follow when listing resolutions. A resolution to lose 50 pounds this year is far more daunting than to resolve to lose 12 pounds by spring, then 12 by summer, etc. The same goes for writing. Instead of resolving to write the Great American Novel this year, I can resolve to write a page a day, and have 365 pages complete by the end of the year. I have to see progress to stick with things, so I try to guarantee that when setting my goals. So much better to find I’ve exceeded my expectations, than to have failed them!
A new year, like a new pair of shoes, needs to broken in gently. I tend to take things one day at a time lately, and so I intend to enjoy what January may have to offer. Cold days can be warmed with a bowl of hot soup, a cup of tea and one of those great books I received for Christmas. When I get a new book by an author I love, I often put off reading it, savoring the anticipation of reading it. A cold, dreary winter day may be just the right time.
After New Year’s Day, there are no other big holidays in January. I find that comforting after the big Christmas rush. Things get back to normal, time to take a breath and relax .January can be a time to plan – for spring planting, summer vacation, visits with family and friends. Having something to look forward to keeps the blues away. Here in the south, January can surprise us with a sunny day in the 60s or 70s, and occasionally , but fortunately not often, with some snow.. Both have their positive sides. A warm day invites a call to a friend for a lunch at an outside cafe, and there’s nothing like a snow day as an excuse to stay home from work, cook up a pot of chili and enjoy an unexpected holiday. I love to take snow pictures, especially since we don’t often have the opportunity to do so. But here in North Carolina, a big snowfall can turn into many snow days if it doesn’t warm up fast. And as they say, too much of a good thing… We’ll see what January has in store for us as we celebrate each day.. which is a gift in itself!
a month of new beginnings
and yet, a time of waiting –
waiting for the cold to ebb
and for the sun to gather strength
and call forth the leaves and flowers,
waiting for the birds to return
and fill the air with song.
but January has its gifts –
a blanket of freshly fallen snow
gently coating the landscape,
an icy wrap on limb and leaves
glistening in the winter sun,
the bright red of berries and cardinals,
and the green tips of crocus
poking through the warming soil,
to see if it’s time to emerge.
a month of waiting,
a month of hope,
a month of new beginnings
and treasured memories…
– pc 2009