Happy Old Year
The allure of shiny objects seems to be part of the human condition. We like stuff that’s new. That even applies to points on the calendar. At a certain season in time, we share best wishes for the months ahead. And though I personally find it counter-productive, some people even take pleasure in bashing what they left behind, with a “Good riddance.”
In contrast, the wisest person who ever lived, said this: “The end of a thing is better than its beginning.” Why would that be?
Beginnings are exciting. There’s anticipation, suspense, and the hope of great things to come. As the days roll on, however, a sort of grind settles in. It’s tempting to give up.
Those who stay the course are eventually awarded with something gratifying: an accomplishment.
As one major date gives way to the next, I’m glad to convey hopes for wonderful futures. I also applaud every achievement of the past fifty-two weeks, including the miracle of you and me simply making it to wherever we are right now.
Happy Old Year.
