Anything is possible in 2011
2011 just doesn’t have a nice a ring to it. ‘2010’ sounded modern and hip, New Age and full of possibilities. 2011 in comparison packs extra syllables, making it a tad awkward and not as catchy. It’s not even-steven and in fact, is a prime number. You almost get the sense that this will make it an unremarkable year, a throwaway perhaps. A year to be forgotten before it has even began. Or maybe its oddities will make it a bang up, stand out, sensational year unlike any other.
I prefer the glass half full philosophy, so let’s go with that. I am more excited about this new year than usual, but for no particular reason. It is more like a feeling in my bones.
Making resolutions at the beginning of the new year has never been my thing; not because there is nothing to improve upon, as my husband would quickly attest, but I don’t like to set myself up for failure. Besides, my imperfections are charming.
Yet lately, there is a phrase that is following me around everywhere: it is whispering in the wind, it is written on a bracelet I just bought, it’s on billboards, I could see it written in an airplane’s exhaust, and it was spelled on my kitchen counter when I spilled a package of rice today: Anything is possible. I’m not sure from which direction it materialized, but these words won’t leave me alone.
Likely it’s a middle age thing; having reached it I realized I need to pick up the pace, as though I am at the 5km mark of my 10km race and I’m feeling great and on track for a personal best. Or in the same vein that I pack a week’s worth of intentions into my last day of vacation. Anything is possible.
Maybe it’s because my children are finally independent people, who can make their own beds and get themselves a glass of milk, freeing me to do other things, like tie my shoes, or think. Anything is possible.
In the past year I saw people I loved diagnosed with cancer, who proceeded to do battle with this sickening diagnosis and beat it. Anything is possible.
Or could it be simply a change in mindset that I’m not afraid of failure anymore. Anything is possible.
Perhaps I should just have another drink. Anything is possible.
Whatever the cause or reason, this mantra is playing in my head like the annoying neighborhood dog that won’t stop barking. As I look towards 2011, these words house hope of a brighter and more meaningful future. There is comfort in the knowledge that if you have the courage to try something, only to fail, there is more to be learned from failing then never trying at all. Anything is possible.