2012 is coming to an end, and 2013 is just around the corner. A new year and so-called new beginnings. Yada yada, we’ve all heard it before.
What is it with the beginning of a new year we seem think we’ve wiped the slate clean? Is it the lull after a usually hectic December month? The big brouhaha that generally is made about the celebrations around new year? This constant emphasis about the new year being a great opportunity to start new things?
This whole idea that at the end of the year we can pretty much put an end to things, and start anew in January is pretty preposterous. We don’t live in a constant race, despite some people’s weird view on the world. It’s simply not. The only thing that may be is that we wake up on January 1st with a hangover and a massive headache when we realise that only the date has changed, but everything else has remained as they were the year before.
Usually at the end of the year I tend to become quite melancholic. It is after all that time of the year where we’re supposed to tally the year’s achievements, success and what not, or at least try to do so. However, if you’re anything like me – I don’t think I’ve achieved that much, nor have managed to succeed much – there is only so much to feel ‘festive’ about when December 31st approaches. Nor do I have any clear laid plans for the year to come, I have enough trouble to figure out what I’m going to eat or wear tomorrow, let alone what I might have in petto for a whole year.
This year’s a bit different. I’m not feeling as melancholic as usual, but hopeful for a change. Optimistic is a too big a word, I hardly ever feel optimistic, my rather realistic views and rational mind don’t allow me to do so, but hopeful is a nice change of pace. I have no idea what will take place, but it seems whatever that may or may not happen, I’m hopeful it will all turn out well. Or at least well enough.