It is officially 2012 here in New York. Fun has been had, hugs exchanged and there has been curiously little conversation about either the past year or the one we are moving into. At least that was the case tonight in my social circle.
I have to confess that while I always enjoy a New Years celebration I have never gotten that excited about the event itself. Years pass, time marches on and arbitrary assignment of benchmarks has as much to do with the unfolding of our lives as guide signs on an expressway. Sure they are useful, but nothing to get too excited about.
Still I enjoy taking this time of year to take stock of what I have or have not accomplished in the past year and what I would like to accomplish in the new one. I do not so much as make New Year’s resolutions as I do guidelines: “screw up a little less”, “work on your art more”, “don’t lose hope”, “try to get laid.” I have fallen off the vegan wagon the past month (stupid Thanksgiving and my stupid (wonderful) brother in law with his awesome turkey) so I will use the tradition of the resolution as an opportunity to jump back on that wagon.
No, New Year’s is not magical, but it is useful, fun and always a little bittersweet. Allow me, if you will, to indulge in this other great tradition of the day and wish you happiness, love and peace in the year to come.