Every four years, on years numerically divisible by four, and centuries divisible by 400, Leap Day occurs. We have one extra day in the year so that our calendar is synchronized with the solar year. Traditions have been created all over the world to help us take advantage of this extra time, or challenge the norm, as in those circa-Elementary-school games of ‘Opposite Day’. An Irish legend tells the story that St. Brigid struck a deal with St. Patrick to allow women to propose to men, although society has caught up with this, and it’s less unusual for this to happen on any other day of the year now. In the United States, February 29 is often referred to as ‘Sadie Hawkins Day’, signifying a gender role reversal, similar to the just mentioned whole woman-proposing-marriage-to-a-man tradition.
Honestly, these traditions have some catching up to do. It’s 2016, folks! But seriously. I’m faced with a whole 24 hours that I haven’t had since 2012, and it’s making me think. So much has happened in the past four years. I got engaged and married (he proposed, not me), and consequently moved countries which, last Leap Day, would have been quite unexpected. I wonder, what do the next four years hold? Family, success, travel? Who will I be and what will I want four years from now? It’s nearly impossible to tell, but these things don’t just fall into your lap. I want to take this opportunity to dive into something big. Something long-term. Something that will help get me to where I want to be by next Leap Day.
Start something new, with direction and purpose. Challenge yourself.
Take a Leap.