It’s that time of year again when we wish each other a happy year ahead. Father time, with his shroud and scythe, takes away the old year and delivers the new year, looking much like a happy, fat, naked baby.
I can’t say that I am sorry to see 2020 go, but I have some reservations about how we will raise the baby and work around whatever bit of nastiness the new year inherits from its close ancestor.
Twenty-twenty was like an unwanted nasty relative who wouldn’t leave. There were Deception, Discontent, Disease, and Death. There was Disappointment and Danger. If I were still grading papers, I would have to give this year a D. And it would be a pity D at that.
It’s not uncommon that people deal with these issues every day; however, this year had a gracious plenty of Disaster. [Is that an oxymoron?]
The pundits say that better times are coming. Well, maybe so, the government is changing over. There are vaccines on the way. All we need do now is resolve to be worthy of the life we have.
Knowing my ability when it comes to keeping resolutions, here are a few I have made, would have made, and should (might still) make.
One year I resolved lose weight and save money. January 2, I headed to the bookstore, bought some books about diet plans and recipes. Okay, so I didn’t save that money. But I did read (some) of the books. One had some great dessert alternatives. What could be the harm in trying a few new foods? I went to the supermarket, bought all the ingredients. Some of the treats were so good that I ate twice as much as I normally would have. So, there went the first week of January and my resolution.
I’m always resolving to get my computer files in better order so that I don’t have so many duplicates or empty files and have a better chance of the finding that perfect sentence for something that I wanted to write. I saved it. Really I did, but I can’t remember in which file or drive.
It doesn’t have to be New Year’s for me to make that promise. I do it almost every time I sit down at my computer. And I always intend to do it—just as soon as I catch up on the headlines or play that new game from Big Fish.
The best resolution I have ever heard comes at the end of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I have written about it before, but it is worth repeating. The last spirit frightened Mr. Scrooge so badly that he fell on the ground before it declaring, “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”
Yes, it’s a Christmas resolution, but it’s all part of the same joyous time of year. If I were to make a resolution, could I do better than that?