Every holiday comes with its own traditions. Here in the south, on New Year’s Day, many of us eat hoppin’ john and collard greens. Hoppin’ John is a mixture of black-eyed peas and rice, and the more you eat, the more days of good luck you’re destined to have in the new year. The greens represent money (which is a tough one for me, because while I’d love to eat enough collards to pay off all my bills for the year, I don’t actually like them. I plan to substitute brussels sprouts this year. I’ll let you know if it works.) Even though we know that luck and money are not really determined by one’s menu on a specific day, we do it anyway.
There’s another tradition, though, one that I think is a good one to practice. It’s said that whatever you do on New Year’s Day is what you’ll do every day all throughout the coming year. So today I’m not going to do any laundry or sit on the couch watching movies. I’m going to write. Yes, I know today is a holiday and more than a few of us might be suffering from the celebrations of the night before. I may be in the same situation myself, but I’m still going to put some words on pages. I hope you’ll join me in my New Year’s tradition. Because if you do, and if it works, we’ll all have new books by this time next year to show for it.
Happy New Year, all.