It was time. I was on the last few days of my last sheet of my 2013 desk pad calendar. The thought that I would be without my giant reminder of the days passing all too quickly unsettled me, so I had to ensure that I entered the new year prepared.
Here is the funny thing though, I am oddly excited about the new calendar. It is the type of excitement that comes with new beginnings and fresh starts. I guess it must be the allure of a whole new year as it is represented in those big black and white desk pad sheets. 12 new months of promise just waiting for me to live them. Not that I needed a calendar to know that, but the calendar somehow serves to symbolize it.
The calendar is a blank slate just waiting for me to scatter pieces of my life throughout it. It is, with its twelve brand new sheets, a reminder of all the days I will have in 2014 to accomplish great things. I am struck by the notion that a year seems so big, bright, and glorious at its outset. Lots of white space ready to be filled on a new calendar shifts the mind from just another day, week, or month to a new whole beginning. It is an interesting phenomenon.
Sure, I know that January 1 is merely the day that follows the last day of December. I know that there are no major changes forecast for my 2014. I know that all of this excitement about the new calendar has a textbook psychological explanation. But frankly, I don’t care. I have a new desk pad calendar and it is ready to usher me into the new year with a clean slate. I am excited in a silly, deluded way and I am just fine with that. It is the best $5 I have spent in a long while.
Day one thousand two hundred and seventy-two of the new forty – obla di obla da