No Year's Day

A sunny bright January morning and I found myself driving through the crisp countryside, speeding back towards the City. And though indeed today had been, was and is New Year's, I was happy that it was not. Or not so much was not as in temporally incorrect (for this date is fixed and unmovable in our modern calendar) as psychologically unfounded, for to me, it was not.

Hang overs, guilt and awkardness aside, New Year's is conceptually not really a great thing to celebrate is it? It is an often painful reminder that another year (a concept entirely local to the planet Earth based on the trajectory our planet takes around the Sun, more specifically, its period) has passed us by with change and events. Exciting perhaps, that we (our consciences) are heading off into the unkown, ready to meet new horizons and experience new challenges, but on the grand scale of things, this today is a minor insignificant event. Nothing to be excited about really.

Or is it? It must depend on the beholder. Children and grandparents would disagree. Nevertheless we all look forwards to something and it is the very unkown perhaps that brings a thrill, a hope. But this unpredictability is our everyday. It is with us constantly and though we may have margins of certainty for many things, we are ultimately not in control of everything at all times.

So am I excited? Well, I am excited just as much as I am when I realise that today is a new one and as with each new day, good mood permitting, I have a future open to me at whose helm I am, at the mercy of the unknown.