Today I spotted the first daffodil in my garden. This beautiful sign that Spring is on its way made me pause my hectic morning. The little yellow bud, amongst green and grey weeds, from a neglected garden over the cold winter, brought me optimism.
Nearly all of us have high expectations of the New Year. We set ourselves resolutions and goals, hoping the new start to the year will bring good things our way. It will bring more happiness, we will achieve something we’ve tried for so hard over the past year, or there will be some other improvement in our lives.
Some of us are rewarded. But, by the end of January, most of us realise things are exactly where they were last year. We didn’t lose the weight we wanted, or continue our healthy eating and exercise plan, or dedicate as much time to our writing or other hobby as we promised ourselves. Or some other personal target we’ve failed to meet.
If I’ve had a crappy start to the year, Spring brings me hope. It reminds me that new beginnings don’t have to start according to the calendar. With the days getting slightly longer and the sun coming out, it’s almost a light at the end of a dark wintery tunnel.
Yes, I may have failed in the goals I set myself at the start of the year. But Spring is my second chance. I will have a fresh start.
Like this daffodil bud, I will ignore the dead weeds around me, the disappointment of yesterday, and grow to my very best. Because positive changes aren’t restricted to the New Year, but when I feel ready to make them.