[Elisabeth, ringing in the new year.]
I've always loved the bit of mystery that comes with the New Year. As I reflect on the past and make resolutions for the future I can't help but wonder, what will this year bring? Because while life can be planned, it cannot be predicted. And it is that unpredictability that makes each year unique; a story that is told day by day, week by week, and month by month until the year comes to a close and you look at what has been created.
Sometimes you see a picture that makes sense - like a piece of realistic art. Each brush stroke was thought out and carefully placed, the final product being clean and easy to understand and interpret. But other years are more abstract, like a canvas covered with confused lines and a splattering of color. The painting tells a story of intention mixed with surprise and chance. But regardless of whether the painting is realistic or abstract, a masterpiece has been created; each year beautiful in its own right.
And so today, on the first of January, I look at my blank canvas with excitement and gratitude, thankful for life and all the adventures it brings - both planned and not.
Now let's get painting!
Welcome, 2015!
