I find it interesting that one single day can trigger so many different opinions.
January 1st doesn’t leave anyone indifferent.
On the blogosphere, people write about the New Year, either with great anticipation or some kind of dread.
The main reason is probably the burden we put on the New Year.
Like New Year’s resolutions.
Don’t you hate that word?
If we look at the list of synonyms, “Decree” comes first. Not far behind I read: “Ruling.”
No wonder we feel some pressure when we hear “Resolution.”
I never gave a thought to New Year’s resolutions until I had my children. It doesn’t mean that I was living without ever making some plans, but I never felt that I had to focus on them on a special day.
Having children changed a little bit my Carpe Diem motto. I still believed in the importance of the moment, but for my children I also tried to provide a meaningful sense to the passing of time.
So when the four of them were old enough, we started a New Year’s Eve family tradition.
That night we would all take a piece of paper and write down our goals or simply dreams for the upcoming year.
They could be small or big, they could be places or people to visit, desserts to bake, books to read, manuscripts to write, a new class to start…
We had the choice to share these dreams aloud. Or not.
As the maman/mom I had the job to slip our six sheets of paper in a large envelope, which I would seal with candle wax and then put away in a drawer until the following New Year’s Eve.
Then I would open the envelope, and everyone could read their last year’s goals, again either aloud or personally. Then I would lit a match and burn these past dreams as a symbol of new beginnings.
For the last two years some of us have or not participated.
As you might guess most of my dreams were related to writing and publishing.
And the pressure to succeed in this field overpowered some more reachable and yet important moments.
So I stopped making such wishes, preferring to reflect on the past year. Not with regret or bitterness but with respect for having been lucky to live through 365 days.
Since all WordPress bloggers have received a 2014 review, I will leave you with my little numbers.
My most visited post in 2014 received 133 comments, nothing big in comparison to some bloggers. The same post was liked 212 times. Again, no big deal for some of you.
More than these numbers and being Freshly Pressed I like that people from 120 countries have visited me in 2014. Thank you!
I also like to see that several of my popular posts were written way before 2014.
Finally one stat is particularly important to me, since I face an internal dilemma about one specific manuscript.
Should I translate it in French now that I have written it in English?
Looks like the answer is right here: Most of my readers live in the USA. Thank you, my American fellows!
And thanks to you, my dear French and British readers who are my second and third more frequent readers.
2014 was probably, for you too, a mix of stats, a succession of unremarkable days, and a handful of unforgettable sunrises and sunsets, a beautiful reason to rise up day after day.
So as you get ready to enter 2015, I wish for you to be kind to yourself. Don’t make unrealistic goals that will ultimately crush you. Instead remember of the most meaningful moments you’ve lived in 2014. They will bring a smile to your heart and make people around you smile in return. We all know the power of a real smile.
That’s my goal for 2015.
Happy New Year, everyone, and enjoy the trail!