Peacefully bouyant, I texted my friend, "Fresh start!"
She texted back, "Hey! I hear you're playing at church today!"
As in, scheduled to play the New Year's Day offertory and anthem in like 15 minutes. And the entire family asleep upstairs. And me in my pajamas. And the dry ingredients unstirred before me and flour all over the counter. New Year's reverie broken. The instant clamping of the solar plexus. The warm expansive energy pulling out of all of my extremities and compressing into a thin firey column that shot straight from my chest out of the top of my head.
And that's when I was reminded: This year will likely be a lot like all the other years. And that's ok.