Why do I get like this each year in the last days of the calendar? Trust me, it’s not being in the dumps and while by the time January 1 arrives it always feels like just another day, it’s these last few I seem to cherish most.
The week between X-MAS and New Years is always pensive one for me. I am a sucker for those year-end recap shows and I get downright emotional when they roll tape of the souls lost. The father-son relationship between Tiger and Pops strikes especially dear to me. Tiger, I wish upon you that dream-team foursome – just the two of you.
Ask my dad, 88, which is his favourite season and you won’t get a straight answer. He’ll tell you he doesn’t have one, that he loves all four seasons equally. More to the point, he mourns the passing of each season as much as, and perhaps even more than, he anticipates the season to come.
I suppose it comes as no surprise therefore, that for me there is a mourning of sorts for the calendars as they pass. My inherent sense of optimism is such that calendars ahead are always brighter than calendars past. There isn’t anything in particular I hesitate letting go of, rather it’s some weird sense of nostalgic respect for all the good, and the bad, the previous year represents but that will never again be current. Yes, I cherish the countdown and I hold-on to each of the last few seconds. I close my eyes, I hold my breath, and I emerge on the other side.
Do I make new years resolutions? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. But then again I make resolutions just about every night as I crawl into bed. I’m also just superstitious enough not to tell.
I have hopes, very high hopes for 2007. Not so much for myself but for the people around me personally and professionally to whom I feel a sense of duty and responsibility. Good health and good chuckles, as always, is at the top of my wish list for everyone.
In scouring year end reviews, prophecies, and the kernels of wisdoms offered by others, Jeffery Simpson wins the award this year for both closing the curtain and setting the stage for the year to come. In his now famous end-of-year ‘mea culpa’ it would be hard to find more important words whereupon he writes “It’s an occupational hazard of those who ply this trade: to find your analysis skewed by what you think should happen as opposed to looking at matters rather more coldly.”
These are words to live by in my trade too; words I try – very hard – to live by everyday. As I prepare for the year ahead, given especially the tasks I know await me, the well-worded reminder from such a respected authority couldn’t be more timely or appreciated. It’s already printed, highlighted, and pasted to a wall in my office.
Don’t be silly, of course I have sense of what I think should happen in the year ahead. My analysis of the current situation, or of situations on route won’t be skewed, but get there we will. Count on it!