It is the dark dawn of New Year, nearing 1am and the fireworks have finally dwindled. They erupted prematurely (hate when that happens), from evening until just a few minutes ago. I’m waiting for another final burst, but maybe the guests have gone home from wherever this nearby party is and there will be no more salutes to 2013.
I go forth into this year with no expectations. Long ago I learned not to want promises from a new year. Because the truth is that we are on a time continuum and there really is no new. The minute the first homicide of the year is marked, things are spoiled and there are no do-overs.
So though I look forward to another blank canvas of calendar pages yet to unfold, at the same time I’m realistic. I will try to lose weight, to be more organized, to be more positive and to try living in the moment. I will resolve to do better not because it’s 2013, but because the holidays are over finally: holidays this year that were tarnished by shootings, so bad that it was hard to embrace the festivities without feeling the weight of the world.
And so we forge ahead. Time marches on. Let us hope we can make it at least a full day without the next big tragedy to come along. Is that too much to ask for?