December 10th.

When did the year become only a stones throw away from it's end entirely?  How did we get here? And yet, haven't we all been here before?

There's a spark of newness in the air, for myself a new home, new husband, new traditions.  At the same time, the end of the year brings a sense of loss, of closure to this chapter of our lives. Only to be reopened in a Facebook album or Instagram flip book.  And with a turn of the page, we are new again.  We come into the new year as innocent, able to wash our hands clean of our mistakes, sins, self-indulgences.  A fresh start. An opportunity to be who we want to be, not who we are. Change. For the better? For the worse? Will it last or is it only temporary?  Fate is in our hands, the reigns to take control of creating the life we want while habit grabs on, trying to pull us back into the comfortable confines of the everyday.  And for that reason, we have the "resolutions".  Have you ever kept a resolution? Do you resolve an action, a goal, or merely a way of leading your life?

I have started my change. I have started my progress.  The thrill of inching closer to my goals is only a reality because I took the first step to make them one: I wrote them down.  My challenges, my dreams, the experiences I yearn for in life. I encourage you to write down your change, your fate.  Then ask yourself why you would wait another three weeks to be the person you want to be? Why do we sabotage ourselves by letting our dreams drag along side us as we nonchalantly walk through mall traffic mid-December with our eyes down at our smartphones, taking no opportunity to glance ahead towards what could be? Or, what could have been.

Look up.  Tomorrow's already gone.