A New Year. Tabula rasa. A clean slate, with days and weeks not yet spoken for. 2009 is there for the taking and I can’t help but wonder where it will take me. I have some plans already, other ideas too disorganized to be plans, at least not yet.
I have always taken the idea of a New Year very seriously. It is an arbitrary designation, a simple trick of the calendar, that one day should be chosen out of all others as the beginning of a new annum, but I don’t mind the illusion. It is helpful in setting my hopes and goals to have a starting point, which is how I see January 1st. It is a beginning, where the seat belts are buckled and the rocket stands ready on the launch pad.
Time to light that candle.