Times Square – New Year’s Eve 2020 (technically New Year’s Day 2021 at 12:35 a.m. or so)
A New Year
Not much to say this evening beyond, “Happy New Year. May your 2021 be filled with excellent health, justice, opportunity, sustenance, clarity, truth, compassion, and unconditional love.” It’s a new year, but I truly feel our scourge of 2020 has not quite run its course.
Just look at the photo above. I have to say, witnessing ‘the ball drop’ this year was one of the most unsettling experiences I’ve had in quite a while.
Don’t get me wrong! I was thrilled that there were so few people in NYC to celebrate the end of 2020 and the beginning of 2021. Thrilled in the sense that people are being smart and strong, compassionate and safe.
But honestly, it felt weird.
I’m tired. I wish you all a sweet and peaceful first day of January, 2021.
May we all experience some joy today, even if it’s in the simplest of things. Our best hope of getting through this in one piece is to lean on each other – and do it together.
Here we are, entering the home stretch of 2020, four digits comprising a year that will surely live as infamously in our collective memories as the three digits of 9/11.
Even though I sense it’s a mistake to think everything will suddenly improve once 2021 arrives, there is something to be said for ringing in a new year (or sometimes even a new month or a new week – if we’re desperate). No matter what our circumstances, it’s our nature as humans. We look for a reason to renew our hope, to believe that the tide has turned, that something – even if imperceptible – has changed.
And the truth is, things will change in 2021. As it’s been said countless times over the years, change is constant and therefor inevitable. Every single thing we look at, taste, touch, smell, perceive in any way is changing. It may be imperceptible at any given moment, but change is inexorable.
Fear of Change
Another truth? We humans tend to fear change at the deepest level of our being. How much do we fear it? We fear it so much that we’ll often opt to remain in a situation that literally hurts us physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, including combinations thereof, rather than affirmatively act to change our circumstances.
So these two competing concepts set us up for some serious stress. Everything changes; therefore change is inevitable. Yet we fear change, resist it, and plain just do not like it.
Coping with these internal stressors can be hard on us on a good day. But when you think about what all of us have been dealing with over the past year (and some might even argue for the past four years), including massive job loss, complete disruption of our lives on every level but especially socially, food and housing insecurity felt by people who’ve never encountered this situation before, pandemic infection rates rising exponentially, massive loss of loved ones on a scale not seen in a century. I could throw into this toxic mess the instability and fear that an unstable person in the White House who refuses to abide by the results of our election (and the appalling behavior of his enablers in the U.S. Congress) creates in the pit of our collective stomach.
It’s just all so very much to handle. We are at once being asked to duck and bob and weave the repercussions of change all day every day, while also, again, feeling like any change could lead to something worse.
Hope
And so? With change on the horizon, as it inevitably is, the best we can do is hope that it’s bringing us a better tomorrow. We have the ability to make choices that impact the change we experience.
We can choose to behave safely. We can choose to stay home unless absolutely required for our employment or survival. We can choose to be compassionate toward ourselves and each other. The person who is stressed out beyond measure in the grocery checkout line may well have just lost a family member or friend.
One in 17 of us have contracted the virus and one out of every 1,000 Americans have now died from Covid. The chances of personally experiencing the ravages of this pandemic – or knowing someone who has – are increasing at an alarming rate. Knowing this, we can choose to be kind. We can choose to respect each other and not force a choice between one person’s ‘rights’ and another’s.
We can choose to be people who engender hope – in humanity, in each other, in our future.
We’re in the home stretch of 2020. Let’s set the bar for ourselves for 2021 and stretch to meet our best selves this coming year.
The day we lose our hope, we lose ourselves.
Home Stretch – Spartacus (aka “Kissing the Bear”) – Photo: L. Weikel
