The "new" is not necessarily "better". We can very happily wish each other that the next year should be "better" - and this time there is a relatively high chance that things will actually be "better". But what I actually wish for, both for myself and for all my loved ones, for humanity on the whole planet: That we open our hearts and our compassion for a different, resilient way of dealing with all the big and small challenges, which the pandemic will certainly bring us in the next 12 months. I wish all of us a strengthened mental immune power so that we can approach our life "differently" time and again with courage and ease - with love and from the heart. Merry Christmas
And that is the magic of change: at the turning points, the contradictions in the fullness of life break like a prism. With the abundance one realizes that one can endure much more than one likes to pretend - including the deep darkness in our latitudes in December.
The IKEA moment doesn't happen right away. The first steps have been taken, the first sense of achievement appears and the piece of furniture takes shape. I don't expect it anymore, but then there comes a tricky moment: it hangs, is uptight, something is too big or too small. The screw cannot be found. I turn, I push or pull, I loosen and fix it again. Most of the time I have to twist myself unnaturally, screw into an unlit corner.