The end of the year is about finality. It’s about turning a page to start all over again.
Sure, you could say that it’s arbitrary and it’s only as a big a deal as we want to make it. But there is still something momentous about making it through another full rotation of the globe.
I think it’s more complex than that, though.
I think the end of the year is a natural stopping point to consider everything that transpired in the year past. Goals left unaccomplished. Resolutions looming in the year ahead. It’s one of those rare points in time where we sit among two poles–one beckoning to where we’ve been, one pulling us forward to the great unknown and beyond.
It’s anxiety-provoking to say the least.
But time marches inexorably on, and we can’t stay stuck in the moment. The great, glistening new year’s ball drops once–and that’s that. Life goes on the very next day when the sleep-deprived majority must get back to their normal routines.
And I think that’s part of it as well. These momentous occasions feel so large but, in the end, they are part of the normal fabric of our everyday existence. Our challenge is to put great days and momentous milestones into their proper place.
The same logic applies to our emotions.