Year. The image, picture that always comes to mind is 365 days. 365 doesn’t seem like much. Sometimes they go fast, sometimes they can go slow. 365 rotations around the sun. Yet in some ways an artificial time line.
As I pointed out in my piece from yesterday about “hopeful”, every culture has a different calendar and a different concept of a year. A year may not always be 365 for some people in some places or for different religious and cultural observances.
A lot can change in 365 days. It always does. It is a boundary, a way to quantify. A way to mark.
Five years ago today I made a decision that has changed my life since. The concept of year is how I mark when that decision was made and I can look back and see how changes have occurred.
A year is a little but a lot at the same time.