Nothing is ever black and white.
It isn’t, is it? We think it could be, it should be.
Right or wrong. Easy or hard. Fair or unfair. Always one or the other. Black or white.
We’re on the edge of another opposite today: Old or new. The year is changing, and we like to think that we get to close down a chapter of life and start fresh on this one magical day of the year. As if multiple “ones” on the calendar give us something new, something white, to work with.
It’s not that easy, is it? Not that black and white. We bring our selves into the new year, and we are chock full of shades of purple and blue and vibrant orange. Our histories and our wishes and our beliefs color us a rainbow of shades that are with us wherever we go.
I think that is a good thing. It’s what makes us who we are. Do we really want to live in a black and white world? Out with the old and in with the new? Starting over every January 1?
I don’t. No blank slates for me. I’ll just continue from where I’ve been wandering along, thank you very much. Trailing my pink suitcase and my turquoise scarves. Painting the world in unlikely colors because that is so much more interesting than black and white.
It took too much work to get here. I don’t want to start all over again.
Here we are at January 1, and the last Photo-Heart Connection. I’m back from a bit of a creative break. The last week has been a blur of travel and sickness and family visits. Not a planned break, but a break nonetheless.
I thought writing this last post I would feel a bit nostalgic. I thought I would wax poetic on this practice and what it has meant to me. But it doesn’t feel like an ending, or a beginning, but a continuation of the journey I have been on all along. Time for the next step.
Do you have a last Photo-Heart Connection to share with us here? If you do, share a link in the comments. Or just share a comment on endings or beginnings or continuations of the same. No rules here, because nothing is ever black or white. Not really, even on New Year’s Day.