There
are times when life throws us curveballs.
Some we manage to connect with when we swing. Others slip by us, frustrating us in the
process. Still more ring with such irony
that we’re left wondering if we should laugh or cry.
I
believe that curveballs are as inherent as the intrinsic oxygen we
breathe. Some of those “breathes” are
cleansing in how they release us. Others
weigh heavily upon our hearts, while still more manage to elevate our
determination to persevere.
Though
our lives are regularly adorned with curveballs, for some reason, I believe
it’s the ones that hit at the beginning of a New Year that tend to stand out
more. Doesn’t mean they’re any more
significant than others, only that their appearance at the beginning of a New
Year seems to mark more of an impression than others. Least that’s how it is for me. I wonder if that has anything to do with how
I begin each New Year with the mentality as if starting afresh—no past baggage
weighing me down, only the hopes and dreams of the future illuminating my
vision….
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