There are years of your life, and there are years of your life.

There are years of just living, and there are years of consequence. Of growth, of pain, of stretching, and jubilation.

…years of your life, and years of your life.

I’ve been thinking about this lately – 2025 being a year of incredible consequence, joy and stretch for us.

There is something meaningful in the rhythm of “big times” and “small times”.

And this is also ancient truth. Ecclesiastes puts it this way: “For everything there is a season…”

In modern life, we’ve become divorced from the seasons and rhythms of existence.

You want a tropical mango in a freezing blizzard in London? You’ve got it!

You want all of the world’s knowledge on a little black rectangle in your pocket? Voila!

…and that’s not healthy.

There are years and there are years… And accepting that is freeing.

It lets you mourn when you should mourn…
It lets you celebrate when you should celebrate…
It lets you stretch when you should stretch…
It lets you harvest when it’s time, or accept when the harvest has failed…

…and it lets you live in the days that you are given.

It enables you to not worry about tomorrow (a wise man once said that tomorrow had enough worries of its own), but rather to let the day unfold as it unfolds.

And sometimes that unfolds in years of consequence.

…sometimes in months of sadness.
…and, often, in days of mere, but blissful, mundanity.

There are years, and there are years. And that’s a good thing.