The new year is always bittersweet for me. I find myself thinking wistfully of how quickly another year has passed by, and how it has taken me by surprise yet again. I feel this even more as I get older.
Every year as my gorgeous girls grow up a little more, I feel twinges of sadness as I realize that there is absolutely nothing I can do to hold on to these precious early years. I am horrible at coping with change, and what could represent change more completely and more inevitably than a child growing up in the world? I find myself constantly grappling with this, and I have to remind myself that I must live in the present moment, something I find very difficult to do, even though I know it is really the only way we can live.
Around this time I also find myself thinking of the people who have died over the course of the past year, which may in part be due to the fact that there always seem to be so many tributes in the media.