Welcome to Midnight.
Another year comes to a close. Another year begins. With a moment in between.Why the fuss?
Why the fame and fireworks?
Is it more than hype?
More than something else to sell us?
Is there something to this holiday?
Something true inside it?
Because isn’t there something inside us that aches for change . . . Dreams it to be possible . . . To let go. To hold on. To leave it behind. To start again. To be new. Is it possible?
If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs, then you’re alive today tonight right now. And who can know how long we have here. . . . And is it a gift? Was it ever a gift? Did that ever feel true or could that one day feel true? Are there things to fight to live for? Moments and people. Weddings and children and all your different dreams. Love. Is your life more than just your own? And are there broken things you were made to fight to fix? Broken families, broken friends . . . Injustice. Will you move for things that matter? Wouldn’t it be nice if change took just a moment? Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy?
Midnight and we’re new. Midnight and the past erased. Midnight and we’re free. It seems to come slow. It seems to be a surgery. Forgiveness. Healing. Sobriety. Letting go. Starting over.
It seems to happen slowly over time. One day at a time, the choice made new each morning. Will you fight? Will you fight to be healthy? Will you fight to be free? Will you fight for your story? Will you fight to get the help you need? Change takes more than a moment, but maybe there’s also something to this celebration of a moment, something to the way it speaks to us, something to the way we fear it, and dream it to be true. Maybe it’s the most honest moment of the year. It’s possible to change. Welcome to Midnight.
Here’s to the possibilities.