A Year to Reflect
Happy New Year
“Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes -how do you measure a year in the life?”
Today I write in honor of 2005 with the musical Rent as my inspiration. This beautiful story of love sings about a collection of minutes– that make up a year, a life. Each day, each moment is a reflection of your life and your choices. It’s all in how you measure it - In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee?” With five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes – what was 2005 for you?
Last December I wrote a “2005 manifesto” - a detailed list of goals dedicated for the New Year. I sit here now, in disbelief that yet another three hundred and sixty five days have moved in and out of me. This proposal I wrote for myself (a declaration to succeed), is only half completed. Only a portion can be ticked off as “completed”. Didn’t quite accomplish all I set out to do…but for some reason, this year, I am ok with that.
Something has changed. The things I wrote down a year ago have a different meaning today. Perhaps it’s the giddy lyrics of a musical that take me out of a mental stress, and release me into emotional freedom. “There is only this, there are only us, no day like today.” With a list of tangible goals in front of me, it’s the peace in knowing that I put energy into each one, even though some didn’t manifest. Being content with what I did do, the effort I put out is the most satisfying goal I’ve accomplished to date. An aspiration, I never even knew I wanted.
When we were young, we measured growth by our height, our weight and our ability to “do” things. As an adult, it seems the subtleties are what make a difference. Growth becomes an evolution of emotion and understanding. Sometimes, I’m amazed to think about the person I was a year ago, a month ago, even a week ago…and notice all the little lessons that crossed my path. It’s easy to feel far away from that girl.
A friend once referred to this as his “past life” – the person he was a lifetime ago. The girl I was a year ago. The person I am today. It’s nice to know that even when if feels like we aren’t moving forward, we can reflect on time, and see how far we’ve come. Many things can happen in five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, and it goes by fast. So like a clock, make each second count. And Happy New Year to you all!
© Desiree Daniel December 1, 2005
“Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes -how do you measure a year in the life?”
Today I write in honor of 2005 with the musical Rent as my inspiration. This beautiful story of love sings about a collection of minutes– that make up a year, a life. Each day, each moment is a reflection of your life and your choices. It’s all in how you measure it - In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee?” With five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes – what was 2005 for you?
Last December I wrote a “2005 manifesto” - a detailed list of goals dedicated for the New Year. I sit here now, in disbelief that yet another three hundred and sixty five days have moved in and out of me. This proposal I wrote for myself (a declaration to succeed), is only half completed. Only a portion can be ticked off as “completed”. Didn’t quite accomplish all I set out to do…but for some reason, this year, I am ok with that.
Something has changed. The things I wrote down a year ago have a different meaning today. Perhaps it’s the giddy lyrics of a musical that take me out of a mental stress, and release me into emotional freedom. “There is only this, there are only us, no day like today.” With a list of tangible goals in front of me, it’s the peace in knowing that I put energy into each one, even though some didn’t manifest. Being content with what I did do, the effort I put out is the most satisfying goal I’ve accomplished to date. An aspiration, I never even knew I wanted.
When we were young, we measured growth by our height, our weight and our ability to “do” things. As an adult, it seems the subtleties are what make a difference. Growth becomes an evolution of emotion and understanding. Sometimes, I’m amazed to think about the person I was a year ago, a month ago, even a week ago…and notice all the little lessons that crossed my path. It’s easy to feel far away from that girl.
A friend once referred to this as his “past life” – the person he was a lifetime ago. The girl I was a year ago. The person I am today. It’s nice to know that even when if feels like we aren’t moving forward, we can reflect on time, and see how far we’ve come. Many things can happen in five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, and it goes by fast. So like a clock, make each second count. And Happy New Year to you all!
© Desiree Daniel December 1, 2005
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