I suppose it’s The End, but mostly, in our great human optimism, a day felt to be The Beginning or at least our own red carpet to it.
There’s no ‘That Was The End Of That Then‘ Day, beyond the round-ups of who died this year and the words that were over-used (The New York Times has their own list).
We don’t really celebrate the past. Commemorate yes, but not really celebrate. No fireworks. No kissing. No making of ostentatious lists of what we did, as opposed to what we are promising we will do.
And much as I like the past, reliving it, remembering it, revering it (I’m English, the past is our most significant natural resource), I really like the future. Always have. It’s the still potential culmination of all we’ve worked for and all we still hope for. Not a bad combination for the optimistic.
May you and yours be in 2014.
All the best,