December 30th. 24 hours before another year ends.
2012 brought no family deaths or births, no personal wars, just a year pretty similar to the one before, full of wonderful family and friend time, vacations in Maine and Greenwood Lake, new books, new lectures, new movies, classes, wonderful student writing, a few publications, good music, coffee dates, good first half for the Pirates. A good year, rich and full.
Witnessing the change monthly in our granddaughter, Raya, however, makes me know the growth and change and progress possible. Those features weren’t as dramatically evident in bob’s and my life.
So I proposed to bob that over this holiday season, we do something new each day. I think it’s Samuel Johnson’s Rasselas that suggest the formula for happiness as doing something new all the time. And I remember an NPR commentary suggesting that life seems so slow in youth and fast in old age because everything is a new experience in youth—therefore vivid.
To this end, we’ve hit museums, not altogether new, but rare in our daily life, volunteered at the VA hospital, and tried the antigravity experience at the Science Center. Ah, something new each day demands a pace that conflicts with our temperaments, it seems, but a couple of new activities a week just might be good for us. So bring in the New Year, the new everything.