On the last day of each year, I have a ritual of looking back over the previous twelve months. So, early this morning, while my family slept, I turned on the Christmas lights and took a seat in my favorite chair. This vantage point gave me a perfect view of the lighted garland draped along the banister and the tree adorned with years of memories. All was quiet save for the faint Christmas music playing throughout the house and the gentle sound of water from the foyer fountain. The perfect setting for a time of reflection.
With hot coffee in hand, I mentally reviewed each month. I reflected on the highs and lows. The sweet times and sad times. The moments of joy and pride. The moments that brought many tears.
I paused with each moment and offered gratitude. Gratitude for the experience, the memory, the milestone, or a life well lived.
I often hear people say, “good riddance” after a particularly challenging year. When tempted with this mindset, I always try to remember the sage wisdom of my grandmother, “Tootsie.” Any time I complained about something, Tootsie had a way of turning it around and showing me how I could bless it and be thankful for it. During difficult times, Tootsie would remind me that a silver lining did exist and would be revealed in due time. She would also tell me to be grateful for whatever the circumstance and believe that good would always result. I am happy for the reminder to see things through grateful, positive lenses, especially as one year ends and a new one begins.
Farewell 2017. I give thanks for all you brought. I choose to look for silver linings in the less than bright hours. I celebrate all the wonderful memories. Farewell 2017, with gratitude.