The end of the year. It's getting to be that time again.
Best-of lists, Worst-of lists, Remember-when lists, memes of the past year passed around, resolutions made and lost -- for better or for worse, they all come to visit this time of year. I pondered doing a year-end meme yesterday and decided I just didn't have the time or frankly, the interest and picking through the last twelve months and choosing fatter or skinnier, richer or poorer, favorite this, most improved that, or desperately seeking a redo the other thing.
This year, like every year I dare say, had some of everything. There were parts of it that need to crawl in a hole and die. There were moments of wonderful news. There was joy and sorrow, there were births and deaths. I hate to add up the columns and give one final thumbs up or thumbs down on 2010. That I am here at the finish line of this year seems success enough. That I have the opportunity to do it all again, and maybe do a few more things right next year is reason enough to be optimistic. That there are some no longer here will always tug at my heart, but carrying their life and memory with me binds my soul and lets me smile in my sorrow. That each new day can be worrisome at its best and paralyzing at my worst is a good enough excuse to stay in bed, but knowing that the love and support of family and friends is there for the asking is guarantee enough that despite the craziness, the sadness, the uncertainty and the fear, it will be OK.
So 2010, for better or for worse, you're history.
And 2011? I'm not looking to you for great things.
I'm looking at myself.