How did the end of year move from being my grooviest time of the year to my quietest?
Must have something to do with adulting; add a sprinkle of salvation to that. It is my quietest, because it puts me in a very reflective mood, and often, I do not like the conversations I have with myself.
I am long past the era of making annual resolutions. Salvation did that. I realized that no matter how meticu- lously I plan, there is always a Higher Power with the final say.
So, on December 31, I have difficult conversations with myself and with God, and I tell you, I don’t enjoy those one bit, especially the last few years. Call it stock-taking. I balance my life’s sheets before God and hate how I always seem to fall short.
Then I balance with myself, and again I see many scrunchy-faced emojis. For several years now, I do not go out on New Year’s eve, for this sole purpose. Well, that, and the impossible jam that makes everything so no worth it!
But it is easier to have these difficult conversations with myself when I am alone in my quiet space – in the silence of His holiness. Calmly, I dissect the year. What I aced, what I should have done better, what I totally failed at.
I talk to God the way I would converse with a friend, and I don’t think I can do this in a stadium full of people screaming, or – like the New Year once found me – screaming my lungs out as the pirate’s ship at Didi’s World flung me several feet in the air. Adulting.
It is called. No amount of cajoling can draw me out of this routine. Sometimes the New Year finds me deep in worship all on my own, sometimes it is in total silence, and there have been times it has found me dead asleep, content in the knowledge that my God ‘got me’.
I can’t even remember how much of a fuss I once made for this time of year… planning wardrobe, venues and company to the dot. Not anymore. It is time for me-time, and it is not always fun, I must admit. Yet I would not give it up for any other program.
Have a glorious 2026, good people.
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