Happy New What?

slide-times-square-family-passI really wanted to wish you a Happy One, but is this really the start of the new year?

It all seems a bit arbitrary.  The calendar says yes.  But the Chancellor of the Exchequer claims the new year begins in April.  My rabbi would say September, an Islamic cleric, October and the Chinese February 19th (and for them it’s 4712 not 2015 by the way).   Druids says the new year arrives with the Winter Solstice while my accountant – and he’s the really important wizard – says Feb 1.  And my inner child?  Well, he was trained for nearly 20 years to know that the year really arrives in September along with the new term, new uniform and new pencil case.

I am keen to know when you think the year  should really start – and why.   Please leave your suggestions below.

Meanwhile, you might want to make sure that this new year (whenever it begins) is a toe-tapping, hip-swivelling, soul-lifting, finger-clicking, heart-touching, ear-caressing, award-winning, ovation-earning, arena-filling, life-enriching one.  If so, please take a look at my article in this week’s Huffington Post.

It won’t take long and once you’ve read it you’ll find you have way more time than you ever realised.

4 thoughts on “Happy New What?

  1. I’m typing this on 5 Jan, and it’s really weird how different the days feel compared with the days going into the Christmas break – something about the routines of that midwinter holiday changes the way I feel more distinctly than any other time.

  2. I’ve always hated New Year’s Eve parties – all that forced jollity, too close to Christmas – particularly since I was dumped by a girlfriend at one (some 40 years ago!). So I tend to equate the start of a new year for me around my birthday (April). Not that I always remember my birthday now…
    BTW, I absolutely agree with you about the need for space and pausing. I often quote a lovely poem called Fire by Judy Brown when I am helping people with their presentations:
    “What makes a fire burn is space between the logs, a breathing space.”

    • I love that image of the breathing space between the logs. I try to remember there’s actually a space between our breaths, however small, between needing to get more oxygen or get rid of CO2. When we’re just being. Enjoying the sensation of fullness or emptiness. Like a thrown ball hanging in the air not rising or (yet) falling.

      Sorry about the girlfriend, by the way. Her loss.

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