A new calendar year offers itself up like the first page of a new journal, so full of promise and opportunity. It can also be daunting to imagine all those days to come like blank pages daring you to fulfill that promise with something great, something meaningful, something important.
Toward the end of last week and the beginning of this, as one year wound down and the other was about to tear off, I began pondering what sort of posts I wanted to end the year with, what I would start the year with, and what sort of goals, ideals, or promises I would make public. Everyone does it, not always aloud or even publicly, but on some level there is a subconscious thought machine churning over the idea of new and fresh starts, the mental dusting-off of old ideas, and so on. There was also that desire to try to make some sense of the year just past. So much seemed to happen that more than once I wondered if we were having a sort of 1969 sort of world tumult. But by what hook would I peg these thoughts, and to what audience?
Hello? I don’t even know if we’ve been properly introduced. My name is David Elzey. This is one of the places on the internet where I collect my thoughts. I occasionally offer up retellings of fairy tales and original poems. And while I try to hit this space two or three times a week I occasionally slip. I am, fortunately, more regular in my personal life than on the internet. Far too much information, to be sure. Pleased to meet you!
That said, everything I had been considering was doused when the cosmos decided I needed to catch a cold on New Year’s Eve. In my cold-medicine-addled state I could do nothing of note but watch the rest of the world summarize and pontificate and place resolutions before mine.
And so, like the first page of a new notebook, I fill this first post of 2012 with the sort of desperate filling-it-in urgency that will be quickly ignored as we charge forward.