Guy Reams (00:02.67)
This is day 81, face Janus again. In a few short days, I'll stand before Janus once more. That's right, the Roman God with two faces, one looking back at the past and the other one peering into the future. Every year, he waits for me at the threshold of time, holding a mirror to what has been and opening the door to what could be. And every year, he brings this undeniable pressure to do something meaningful.
This isn't just a casual interaction. Janus isn't the god of polite small talk or fleeting resolutions. He's the god of transitions, decisions, and change. He forces me to wrestle with myself, my shortcomings, my achievements, my desires for the future, and right now I'm not sure I'm ready to face him again. There is a weight of reflection. It's not that I don't appreciate the opportunity to reflect.
In fact, it's one of the most important things that I do. But reflection can feel heavy when you're carrying a year's worth of unmet expectations. There's a reason we don't look back all the time. It's hard to confront the ways that we feel short. And yet Janice demands that I do just that. He asks questions without words, but their weight is unmistakable. What did you build this year? What did you become? Did you honor your commitments?
There's no dodging those questions. And even if you manage to evade them for a while, they have a way of catching up with you. The burden of hope. On the other side of the coin, there's the pressure of the future. Janus doesn't just reflect on where you've been. He urges you to chart a path forward. There's this sense that standing before him means making a statement, a commitment to what comes next.
For me, this often feels like standing at the foot of a mountain and not sure I'm equipped to climb. Sure, I have ideas, ambitions and dreams, but there's also doubt, fear and the weariness of carrying yesterday into tomorrow. Will I rise to meet the challenge or will I stumble again? The need for grace. This year, as I prepare for my annual encounter with Janice, I'm trying to bring something I haven't always had, grace.
Guy Reams (02:26.54)
not grace in the sense of perfection, but grace for myself, for my flaws, my stumbles, and my very human tendency to fall short. I'm learning to embrace the idea that facing Janus doesn't require perfection. It requires honesty, the kind of honesty that admits, I didn't get it all right this year, but I'm still showing up. By the way, if you haven't figured it out yet, Janus is the Roman god that the month January was named after.
There's a beauty in showing up. Maybe that's what Janus really wants, not grand gestures or lofty resolutions, but a commitment to show up year after year and keep trying. To keep stepping into the tension between past and future, knowing that growth is never a straight line. So am I ready to face Janus again? Probably not. But I'm going to show up anyway, not because I have it all figured out, but because I believe in the power of beginnings.
even the messy, imperfect ones. If we're feeling the same weight as the new year approaches, I hope you'll join me in giving yourself some grace. Let's stand before Janus not as people who have it all together, but as people who are willing to try again. That's where the real meaning lies and the willingness to begin, even when we're not sure that