2019 has begun in earnest and there’s no time to waste. Things to do, places to see, books to read, people to meet, friends and family to reconnect with, work to accomplish. The flipping of the calendar signifies many things but it does mark change, if only in a number.
“I will begin again” – U2, New Year’s Day
The morning after the celebration, for those who didn’t celebrate too much, is chock full of promise. New habits or the banishment of old habits, goals to accomplish, changes to make in the way you live your life. Really, every morning offers this opportunity. Every day you wake up is a clean slate, and offers the promise of the coming day.
“When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small
But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a comin’ day”
– Crosby, Stills & Nash, Southern Cross
Those lyrics remain burned in me like cattle prod, and poke at me now and then to get out in the world. Just as the movie Local Hero does. They serve as a catalyst and travel and some form of adventure must follow soon after each taps me between the ears. I need to pay penance first with work to do at home, in Pocasset and in my job, but sure as the calendar changes on January 1 I’ll be off somewhere again, finding adventure where I may.