In purely mathematical terms, the year is 92% over. Eleven of the twelve months are behind us. They are memories. The fourteenth Dalai Lama once said that yesterday and tomorrow are the only days of the year in which nothing can be done. That means that nothing can be done with the 92% of 2016 that is behind us. It also means, of course, that there isn’t really anything we can do about the nearly 8% of the year still ahead of us. The Dalai Lama thing actually knocked me off course a bit there. My point was supposed to be this: it’s a good time of the year to reflect.
Quoting Tibetan monks in your opening paragraph can be tricky. Let’s get back on track.
I’ve had a busy year. Off the top of my head I started a blog, went to Leprechaun Crawl and got my first food poisoning, had an amazing friend throw a surprise party for my wife on his birthday, spent an entire week at a family reunion, attended two incredible weddings, gave a best man speech, left a house behind, moved everything I own nearly a mile, spent a lot of Sunday mornings with great people, missed the Halloween party, and watched the most incorrigible human being on the planet become president of the United States.
That’s a pretty offbeat year, with some pretty remarkable memories. I’m sure if I took a moment I could think of more. I’m not mad about it at all.
But yesterday is gone.
December is my time to reflect. I started my blog last year in December, really. The first post came in February, but the seeds of the thing started in early winter when I made myself a promise to write. I did. I’ve written nearly 50 of these entries now and some have been well-received and some have not; some have been well-written and some have not. I’ve learned a lot about writing and a lot about me in the process. Nothing in life is so fun as discovery. If you’ll pardon the poetry, I’ve discovered pockets of my own soul this year I scarcely knew existed. I can’t wait to explore them further.
In the year to come – 2017 if you can believe that – I’d like to explore more depths of my own emotion and expand my writing beyond my own blogosphere. A personal blog is about as fun as it gets but it only gets me about as far as fun. There are more important things to write about than me. I know, that line surprised me as much as it did you. But it’s true.
Writing scathing political editorials would be fun for the next couple of years, but I can’t see it mattering one way or another beyond that. Writing fiction would be a dream come true, but fiction fails me at the end of these fingers too much. It’s something I’ll work on, but I have no great hope of success in that realm. Writing about appliances is almost a certainty if we ever get the website up and going. Writing about appliances sounds fun, doesn’t it?
Beyond writing, there are other aspirations for the new year. There is the matter of health, for one. I’ve gotten back to weight for the first time in a long time in 2016, and I’ve balanced intake better. But there is more to do. My health will be a subject of improvement in 2017. I’ll turn 49, for chrissakes.
The wife and I want to renew our vows next summer, on our 20-year mark. We intend to return to Vegas for that, where it all began. There is so much to do before then.
I want to replace the Durango in 2017. I should have done it already, but I always chicken out. It’s been with me so long it’s a part of me now. A part of me that breaks too much. I need to say goodbye.
That seems to be all I’ve got for now. December is a long month and I’ll reflect throughout it about the future, while I live in the now. But for now my resolutions seem to consist of: write more broadly, get more healthy, renew my vows, and buy a car. I guess I’m a simple man, after all.
Throw in the usual mix of raucous laughter with great folks, an intense desire to always be a better me, and a passionate daily love for Mrs C, and I can’t think of a better formula for 2017 than that. At least not yet. There are 31 more days to come up with stuff, and then 365 days of today to make the most of.
I intend to follow the best year ever with the best year ever. I intend to do that until I die.
See, I believe that in order to carry a positive action we must develop a positive vision. I believe the purpose of our lives is to be happy. I believe that happiness is not something that is ready made, but something that comes from our own actions. I find hope in the darkest of days and focus in the brightest. I think that with the realization of one’s potential and self-confidence in one’s ability, one can build a better world. My religion is kindness.
And if any of that looked familiar, the fourteenth Dalai Lama said all of that, too.
Looks like quoting Tibetan monks in your closing paragraph is just fine.
Enjoy the remainder of 2016, my friends, and have the greatest 2017 of your lives. I can’t wait to get started today.