I’d say that 2011 went by quickly, but everyone always says that about every year, and I think it might not be true. One thing that is true of 2011 is that the courses it followed and the events it contained have incited some very strong and varied opinions of its character among its many blessed and unfortunate denizens. Whether this year punished you, rewarded you, slapped you with one hand while it caressed you with the other, or left you apathetically nonplussed, I think we can all take a seat on the same train to get to that bright, shining future that undoubtedly awaits us with warm and open arms on the station platform in 2012. Whatever yesterday brought, tomorrow can only get better. It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. It’s a new life, for we.
And we’re feeling good.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. What do we do on New Year’s Eve? We celebrate. We party. We dance. We raise our hopeful hands to the sky and trample the dust of days past under our feet. We throw our clear, loud voices into tomorrow and let the echos of yesterday fall faintly behind us. We let our torn and worn, tear-stained and travel-splattered garments drift away from our skin like threadbare leaves on the wind, and we clothe our fresh and naked bodies with fabrics woven from righteous threads of golden anticipation. We take up the hands of our friends and enemies alike and, united in strength and beauty, barrel fearlessly into the unknown that lies ahead. Because thus clad, you divine children of earth, swathed in love and light and courage, standing shoulder to shoulder with your eyes calm and sharp and open, there is no strangeness in the world, and every step you take, wherever you take it, finds you at home.
And step out.
Happy New Year, with love.