As years go, 2012 will not go down as my finest year. Not my worst - but memorable only for its losses not really its gains. I realized today that Ric and I don't have very many traditions that can be pinned on a calender that we live by yearly. We improvise in our lives. Whatever sounds good - we do. I believe we may be bohemians at heart. Bohemian gypsies - I think that will be our new self proclaimed title. Non - work related anyway. Since we are Urban Archeologists at work we might as well be Bohemian Gypsies at life.
Kashmir our Lutheran Farm cat - who never touches whiskey did sit under a lamp shade with a tassle tonight - I am going to take that as a good omen. Perhaps this next year will be "funner".
I bid 2012 adieu - with no remorse of it's
leaving. it was neither my best or worst year. It cost me deeply with
the loss of loves, it granted me wins in battles I didn't know I would
fight. It introduced me to people I am glad I did not miss. And it stole
bits of the past and the future that cannot be regained. It was the 9th
year to fight our battle with the wee beasties - we took hills, we gave
them back - fighting over the same land each side leaves scars until
eventually no one wants the hill. Thank you to my friends, my
aquaintances, and my comrades in arms. For the friendship, for the
madness, for the dissertations, for the questions answered and not. I
never make resolutions on an odd day in January. Always seemed
preposterous to set it by a calender. But, I do believe that intent to
succeed is better than no plan at all.
May 2013 bring you happiness and peace. Success and strength. And the ability to adapt, improvise, overcome or walk it off.
The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to
lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape.