A few of our neighbors were lighting fireworks last night. They were definitely not fireworks that are legal in Virginia, which means they were the best kind. The boys sat for almost an hour, looking out the window and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at every bang and pop.
I watched for a few moments as well, admiring the colors. And I got sort of sad, which I am wont to do on most occasions. I thought about this past year so far and how it definitely didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. I thought about all of the things I wanted to accomplish already, but haven't.
It's an empty feeling sometimes. It feels out of control.
And then I remembered that my word for the year is hope. And I've been ignoring myself. I've been too content to sit idle. Whether it's January 4th or July 4th - today is a new day. Filled with promise and opportunity.
It's never too late to hope. It's never too late to accomplish.
It's never too late to start.