You may be more familiar with the title of Robert Burns’s poem “Auld Lang Syne,” instead of it’s literal translation of “old long since.” For me, old long since seems to fit the year that was, perfectly. There was so much churning, so much pain and worry and worry and sadness this year. At the end of 2012, I stand with a firm acknowledgement that I have survived. In those moments of test and tribulation, surviving is a minute-by-minute endeavor. From a distance, in the old long since, the test and tribulation stands as a single event, a single locale in your life. From a distance, the pain grows smaller in the universe’s rear mirror.
I’m looking forward to 2013, and looking forward in 2013. I choose to utter “Happy New Year” as a command, not as a dreamer’s wish. Let us call forth the goodness of the year ahead, like befriending the moon. Enough of the fear and egotism, embrace selflessness. Command a happy new year.
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