Sunday, December 31, 2017

Last Day

This is the day we take stock.  Depending on where you are on the graph of longevity, you focus on the past more than the present or perhaps the present and future are the privileged view.
We adore change when it might bring positivity, in our view.  But with the beginning of 2018 comes the chance to re-set.  For many, seeing 2017 go away can't come soon enough.
It's only the feeling that we can begin again, with fewer mistakes and more alert than before, but it is something.
Something needed.
Something welcomed.

In our commercial culture, we'll be mugged by all the advertisements for weight-loss and ancestry, newer, bigger sales, and the latest models of everything from cars to phones.
It's what we do.
Many folks will marvel at just being able to be...here...again.
It's been that kind of a year.
But for the uninitiated, the inexperienced, the folks who would rather not look back, they'll still have to be wary of what it is that just might be gaining on them.
I don't think people celebrate the new year as much as they just celebrate.  It provides focus from what might be just another ordinary evening.
This is usually a time of expectation.  I dropped those kinds of evenings years ago.  We all have those because we all know that apart from all the good things we're going to do differently we sense that this, too, is a time when darts get thrown, bombs drop and we suddenly find ourselves, (or could) out in the cold, just when we thought things were going to get better.
Yes, January lies in the heart of winter, and for some can be the cruelest month.
Like the snow and ice, things melt, the landscape drains, the sunlight emerges and wind dries out the wishes that we painted.

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