For me,
even though it’s a new year, this time each year replays like a scene in the movie
Groundhog Day. In that funny movie, actor Bill Murray finds
himself in a time loop, repeating the same day again and again.
On
January 1st, I feel like I’m in a time loop that repeats itself, at the same
time, year after year. Unlike the movie,
my replay of a life event is much more serious.
For some unknown reason, I am startled awake around 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. on
New Year’s Day—the day that Sergei Kourdakov died. And once again, I know that it is time for my
silent prayer. My thoughts are always the
same, a quiet reflection . . . “Sergei, I’m sorry that you died so young. You are not forgotten.”
The New
Year . . . a time to reflect. The time
for a new start. A time to make promises
to yourself. We all have good intentions. I know that I have plans for my book, A Rose for Sergei: readings, marketing ideas, making new
contacts. Self-promoting a book is a lot
harder than I ever expected. However, I don’t
intend to let the business part of writing take priority. Family and friends come first. Keeping the ones I love close to my heart is
a must. Finding happiness each day is a
must because each New Year I am reminded that you never know how much time you
have.
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