There is no such thing as a New Year. You know that. Where is the beginning of a circle? A circle doesn't begin nor end. Or the beginning can be wherever you say it is, and ending will be there too. The organization of the world is arbitrary, and, yet, great arbitrariness is accepted. Well, certainly, consensus saves trouble. You even set your thoughts by it.

I do not suggest that you overthrow the calendar. As a matter of fact, I favor celebrations. I would suggest that you celebrate the New Year every day! One day is as good as another for celebrating. Keep a private calendar and sketch in bright balloons every day.

By whatever name or occasion for them, all celebrations are a celebration of life. By your very nature, you are a celebrator. No excuse is needed. Every day is life, and every day is worth being celebrated. Let no day slip past you without a toast. Raise your glass to life. Praise life and wish it well on its passage through illusory time.

The narrow vision of the world tells you what is cause for celebration and what is not. I would suggest that you treat all days equally. Every sunset is beautiful. Every day is a horn of plenty. Be bold as you venture into your day. Grab it. Enjoy every morsel of it. Then wish it fond adieu as it passes over the horizon, and greet the next morning as it appears in its place for you to pick up.

How many days in a year are there, and yet each one tells its own story, every day and story unlike any other. Infinite are the possible days. How many children of Mine walk on Earth today and, still, each one is impeccably different from the other and different from all those who walked before and who are yet to walk on the supposed Earth. Infinite are the possibilities of Human Beings. Is it not a miracle how each one of My children is so different and yet so incredibly the same? How can sameness and difference seem to coexist, and what does it matter, for in truth, all are One.

The same way I suggest you celebrate each day, I suggest you celebrate every single Human Being. All are doing a great brave thing to walk on Earth as if they knew what they were doing. Every road they walk on is unknown. Even if they have traversed it a hundred times, it is still unknown.

And no one can tell what your day will be or even what a day is. A day is like eating in a fancy restaurant. The food you are served is topped with a silver cover.. In order to discover what delicacies are there, you have to take the cover off.

Even if someone tells you what is on the plate beneath the cover, you still don't know until you see it for yourself. One says it's delicious. Another says it's too dry or too soupy. It is incontrovertible that you must savor each day yourself. You are the one who must taste it and make your decision as to its quality. Why not decide ahead of time that each day is worthy. It is a day, after all.

One leaf from the Tree of Life falls at a time. Another grows to replace it. You can't hoard days nor can you skip them. Well then, you might as well adore them. Welcome each day as you might welcome a famous consultant who has come to give you a hand.

Each day offers itself to you. It bows down to you. Each day is generous. It holds nothing over from yesterday, even when it knows full well that you do. Blessed is this year of days I set before you.