New Year celebrations can feel hollow sometimes, in a way no hangover remedy in the world can fix. We’re so good at embracing the future – we welcome January’s new beginning with bubble and fizz, confetti sparkle, midnight cheers and laughter. But where’s the ceremony for laying the old year to rest? For releasing the past, letting go of unfulfilled dreams and expectations, and leaving behind what we’ve outgrown? Where is the acknowledgment and acceptance of loss, necessary for any new beginning to take root?
Maybe it’s just middle age setting in, but lately I’ve been feeling bogged down by possessions and habits accumulated over the course of years. It’s time to let go of some things – literally and metaphorically. Perhaps you feel the same – which is why once again, I’m sharing my tiny, personal, end of the year fire ceremony, in case you’d like to end the year with me.
—Anne