As the year closes there is always that awkward pause. It sits somewhere between the last cup of tea and the pillow that beckons. We look back and quietly count the days that could have been better. The words ‘if only’ parade past our minds like a highlight reel of missed chances.
I should have called more often. I should have been kinder. I should have taken that walk instead of that nap. Regret is a very organised accountant. It never misses a figure. But the beauty of a closing year is the joy of an opening year. Life in its wisdom does not allow us to rewind but it generously offers us a reset. A brand-new calendar arrives without commentary. No footnotes. No judgement. Just three hundred and sixty-five clean squares daring us to write something better this time.
Hope is the fire that ignites our purpose. It does not arrive with fireworks or loud speeches. It slips in quietly and sits beside regret and says you are not done yet. Hope has an irritating habit of believing in us even when we have lost faith in ourselves. It reminds us that the story is still being written and that the last chapter is not the final one.
Instead of spending the next few days replaying our failures we could pick those memories up gently and do something radical with them. We could push hope into them. That argument that ended badly could become the reason we learn to listen better. That opportunity we missed could sharpen our courage to say yes next time. Even the pain we carry can become a teacher if we let it speak without bitterness.
There is something wonderfully mischievous about a new year. It stands there smiling while we make grand promises. I will wake up early. I will eat better. I will finally read that book everyone pretends to have read. And while humour helps us survive our broken resolutions there is also something sacred about trying again. Trying is an act of faith. It says I believe tomorrow can be better than yesterday.
Three hundred and sixty-five days wait patiently ahead. They do not ask for perfection. They ask for presence. One kind word. One honest apology. One moment of courage when fear whispers stay safe. Change rarely arrives in dramatic leaps. It usually comes quietly disguised as a small choice made consistently.
So as the year closes let us not bow our heads in regret but lift our eyes in hope. Smile at what was good. Learn from what was not. Carry gratitude lightly and leave guilt behind. The door to the new year is already open. Step through it with hope in your pocket and purpose in your heart. And as a writer I do believe that quite often the best chapters are written after we think the story is over...!
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