I changed out my calendars this morning. I felt that I was putting away the second Covid year and looking forward to days that will be filled with bright, happy moments. Never mind that the pace of my life will be slower as age catches up to me and that some days will be cloudy or dark. The coming year is mine and I will move forward with hope.
I collected my calendars from the shelf where I had placed them in December.
I hung my Simon Dewey 2022 calendar on the wall in my storytelling office. In the picture for January, Christ holds a lamp up. This reminds me to be a light to the world—an example of kindness and caring.
I chose a calendar given to me for Christmas to hang in my bedroom. It is a gift from the family of one of my daughters. I thought that maybe I should refrain from looking at each page now, and then every month I would be surprised to see pictures of my grandchildren. It was only a passing thought. I couldn’t resist, and I spent happy moments enjoying each page before I hung it on the wall near my bed.
I selected a calendar with flowers to hang in the family room—knowing that the colorful pictures would brighten my days when the flowers outside the window were few and far between.
A plain, utilitarian calendar was placed on the wall in my kitchen. Here is where I will record appointments, anticipated events, birthdays and other things that I need to remember.
Today my calendars are unmarked with empty squares that remind me that I have 365 days of possibilities and choices. Soon—but not today—I will pick up a pen and enter all those things I wish to remember. And life will happen, and I will add mundane appointments and record gray events that I never wished for–but will need to accept. But that is for a different day. Today I will treasure this quiet beginning to a new year and anticipate the possibilities that will come to me in 2022.
It will be a good year.
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