I love January 2nd.
I wake up, now back, after 3 different beds in 6 days, in my own and it is new and fresh and I am struck by both possibility and comfort.
I feel comforted by all the tradition of the last month- the Nutcracker ballet, the %$^#& cookie exchange that I love and hate for the amount that I consume, the Christmas party where that guy squeezed my butt again while his wife’s back was turned- you know in -that -some -ridiculous -things -never -change way, the drinks across the street on Christmas eve, the extra church time, the eggs Benedict and freshly squeezed on Christmas morning, the Carol Service, the little cry I have at some point because I think of my children choosing and wrapping and making for me, perfect turkey and hours and hours with our family where no one has to go anywhere else but be exactly where they are, the JORO Christmas celebration, our shopping day, skating at night outside, the boxing day party, the time up north over here and then over there and then over there for New Years where we go every year and it is perfect.
And the getting together with those that you love that you have known for a time- where so much has changed and yet nothing really at all
This is a day that is new. The power of it transforms you. Especially if the comfort of tradition surrounds you.
Best to you for 2013