A New Year
I sit here on the cusp of a new year in a fashion I’ve become accustomed to: couple of candles lit (for the smell, not the ambiance), the DVD player playing a sci-fi movie, laptop on my lap (taking a short break from World of Warcraft), one kitty by my side (Nutmeg). It’s chilly, so I have a couple of blankets wrapped around me. I’m thinking about eating some cereal.
A new year is a natural break, a natural measurement starting point. We tend to look back at the year that just happened and think about what we did, good and bad. We look forward to the next year and wonder what will happen in it. For some, it’s good times and happy memories. For most, it evokes some melancholy. Missed opportunities, unpleasant situations, and broken dreams seem to be much more prevalent than positive situations, or at least that’s how memory tends to serve us.
Last year I made some resolutions. I’m not going to this year. I never keep them and they’re a reminder that I never keep them, so why bother? Instead, I’ll make some New Year’s wishes instead:
I wish you peace in the coming year.
I wish you love in the coming year.
I wish you happiness in the coming year.
I wish you understanding in the coming year.
Though they aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive, not all of those will happen concurrently for you. That’s okay – ride it out.
I hope you have a great year.