is this the time to take stock of the old year? i don't know. 2013 is definitely the year i entered middle age. yes, for the record i am 46. born in the summer of love. when the world was at a tumult. like now. except perhaps things may be a bit more dire? perhaps, perhaps not. when has the world not been on fire. one cannot predict the future but that doesn't stop people from trying.
i don't do new year resolutions. maybe eat more. take up smoking. definitely love more and let those whom i love know it. publish a bit more and bring out a chapbook. out of seven billion voices it is hubris to think your voice is the one everyone wants to hear. but then again, if not me [and you] who then? everyone? yes, indeed. let's do make our barbaric yawps for we are alive. there is no better reason.
i have no idea what the new year will bring. this year brought some tragedy. it brought some surprises. it brought a lot of joy. i certainly will do my best to practice gratitude. for me my task is to remember to live and not get stuck on my own little puddle of blues.
i think i shall make a better old man than i was a young man. besides, like the old grateful dead song goes, a bit of grey suits me anyway. or in my case, lots of silver.
to paraphrase a poem by thom gunn, i am not superstitious/the new year may turn out very rewarding.
happy new year!!!