Lucky Number 07



When I was a little girl I used to pray that every night when I went to sleep, I would wake up someone else. Not because I wasn't happy or uncomfortable with who I was, but simply because I wanted to experience different things. The kinds of things I wasn't capable of. Like talking to boys without scaring them away with something stupid. Or talking to girls without getting the brutal roll-of-the-eyes and "whatever, Becca. WHA-teva." Like not being the last one picked in P.E. class because I was a notorious klutz.

Some mornings I would even bypass the mirror and get dressed with my eyes closed. That way I could still hold on to the hope that I was someone else. Someone new and improved and able. Someone I wanted desperately to be but couldn't. Couldn't find the guts or the words or the way.

And then finally, after twelve years, it happened. I looked in the mirror and was a different person. I could speak without choking on my words. I could talk to boys. I could look people in the eye. And all it took was time. All it took was me believing that such a thing was possible. That I could wake up one morning and be more. Do more. Stand up after being pushed down instead of crying to the yard duty and being hated the more because of it.



I have always looked at New Years day with the same sort of eyes. I wake up on January 1st believing I might have gained insight or lost weight or simply morphed into a greater person with more to offer my family or the world or myself. This morning I woke up feeling refreshed. Like new. And even though I caught a glimpse of my reflection this morning and looked physically the same, there was something just under the skin that was glowing.

Last year sucked donkey penis. It was a year of low-lows and mean reds and (hopefully) growth and it's over now so I'm not going to talk about it anymore. Snap the rear-view mirror from the station wagon and full speed ahead.

Because starting today, everything's new and promising. Right now, there is nothing to hold back the will to believe that anything's possible, including dreams and not waking up from them.

And I kind of feel like the little girl in Mary Poppins, holding tight to Archer's hand, on the faded line of the chalk drawing. Side by side.


And on the count of three, we'll jump into a whole new year, animated and optimistic and we'll ride the merry-go-round until we puke. And get right back on and ride again.

1.2.3...

GGC

8 comments:

PunditMom | 8:16 AM

What a great way to look at the new year. I'm sorry the last one was crappy, but, 2007 -- full steam ahead!

Lena | 10:06 AM

I feel the same about 06. Here's to some major improvements in 07.

You have to admit it'll be hard to beat donkey penis.

HNY, GGC!

Kristen | 11:44 AM

Happy 2007! Here's to a fresh start, a brand new year!

Jill | 12:25 PM

My first time here, and I loved this post. I still sometimes close my eyes and wish for something new and exciting ... some things never change.

Rock the Cradle | 2:12 PM

The Impling & I are ready to jump into that chalk drawing with you.

Last year sucked big monkey balls here (as you've got the donkey penis covered) so I'm certainly ready for something new and fresh. And the Impling is already new and fresh, so we're halfway there, aren't we?

Happy New Year, GGC.

foodiemama | 10:10 PM

thats the beauty of getting older...the comfort of your own skin!

laurie | 5:52 AM

what a beautiful post. happy new year!

petite gourmand | 5:34 PM

great shot..