New Year: My One Word for 2015 and Why I Can’t Leave 2014 Behind

Lily Ellyn

In Korea people don’t stay up until midnight to ring in the New Year. Instead, they get up in the middle of the night and they hike a mountain. They climb through the dark, snowy pre-dawn hours and when they reach the top they stand with their faces to the sky to greet the first sunrise of the New Year.

What a contrast to how we in the West often enter the New Year – stumbling out of bed at noon, tired and quite possibly hungover. For many, January 1st is a day of recovery. We spend New Year’s Eve celebrating the ending of something and the beginning of a new thing. We bombard the internet with reflections on the previous year. Even the less introspective among us take a moment to declare the past year, “the best” or “the hardest” or “the craziest” year of their lives.

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A New Year

Recently, a good friend of mine showed me her blog. She had disappeared for a few months, had withdrawn from her friends and, for the most part, from the world. Initially I worried about her, then I realized the healthy aspect of her insulation.
Those few months were spent focused inwards, on introspection, and personal growth. Soon she was able to bask in the solace of her own life, the love she shared with her boyfriend, the joy of a new puppy, and, according to her, the therapeutic benefit of her blog.
As a person who suffers from depression, and anxiety, I’ve been repeatedly urged to blog…to write, but it has been advice that I have, until now, ignored. 2015. A New Year. Another chance. I’ll give it a shot.