New Year- this time is so hard and it’s where I notice the most that I’ve lost my rose colored glasses for looking at this world. With rose colored glasses I could look at the new year and say “it’s a good time for a clean slate or fresh start. I’m hopeful and excited for what may come.” I would think of all the wonderful possibilities and all the goals I would love to reach.
Grief takes those rose colored glasses though and sets them out of view. The new year is one of the hardest holidays for me. I don’t want a clean slate because that feels like erasing the sweet boy that’s not going into 2026 with me. I’m excited but I’m also scared for all the possibilities of the year. I’ve seen some rough possibilities and I’m just not sure I want to move towards any of those yet. I have goals for sure but importance and urgency for things is on a different scale now.
I have to intentionally remember to put those rose colored glasses on every once in while. On the first day of the year especially. I need to remember that the possibilities are wildly endless in good ways too. That God gives good gifts and better ones than we can imagine for ourselves. His good for me is better than my best for me. So walking forward is a must because I must see what that goodness is. I just wish I didn’t go between seeing the worst and feeling guilty for wanting to see the best.
Maybe that’s the key. Taking the glasses off but looking straight to Him instead of the world. If I’m looking at God I don’t need rose colored glasses nor will I see all the negative in the could be’s of the world. That’s the goal this year. Breaking the glasses and not being bitter about it. God is too good for me to look through a false happy painted pink and He’s too good for me to stay in the dark shadows of life not allowing any light in.
Happy New Year. The year of Light without standing in the shadows and without rose colored glasses tainting the view of who He is and who he is having me become. This year will include joy, sorrow, peace, laughter, hardship, and beautiful blessings. Grief has taught me we can’t escape any of it. God has taught me, He will be there with me through it all.
Even Morse Sweetly 