New Year's Eve 2012
I am notorious for asking people to reflect on New Year's Eve. I want to know what they thought about the old year, what they experienced. I want to hear it all distilled into a simple conversation. And then I want to know about their aspirations for the new year. What will be remembering 365 days hence.
Everyone hates it.
To a person, there is a shifting, leg-crossing and un-crossing discomfort, as if I'm about to give them a pop quiz on successes and failures in their life. I've been told, "I don't like thinking about that." Or "I dunno," or "Why do you do this!"
The reason is simple. I'm a writer. I tell stories. I'm a reader. I like to hear stories, too. What is a year but a clearly marked chapter in a life? That doesn't mean that every chapter has to be scintillating. We've all read books that pull you along and then, suddenly you can't wait to stick a bookmark in it (I'm thinking Prince Caspian chapter 2 or so, From Hell chapter 4). You are done. You don't have the attention/patience/love to give it anymore. Until an hour or so later, when you do. And you keep on reading.
So, if you think your year has been dull, or miserable, or not worth mentioning, think again. So much has happened in this last chapter that you might have forgotten. Think about it. And then, as with all good writing, every chapter ends with a little (or a big) cliffhanger. What. Happens. Next?
That's 2013 calling. What will you do to answer it?
Happy New Year, Everyone!