It’s five days into the new year. Just spent the past two saturdays partying like there was no tomorrow, a departure from my otherwise sedate and safe lifestyle. Not sure what I will be doing this evening, but tonight will take care of itself.
It’s that point in time to say, “I resolve to…”, but what do they mean really, or are they merely rituals that keep us sane and somehow help us mark the pitstops in our lives? I don’t remember the resolutions I made last year, but definitely I know that the 12 months that I have exchanged for what I have at this point in my life right now was worth it’s weight it gold.
Thinking about 2002 and how it’s going to be different. And yet the same. Too many things have happened in the past one year, made a few new and very good friends that I didn’t expect to, a relationship ended which I didn’t think would, career got a little better despite an otherwise gloomy economic climate, the world trade center in New York no longer exists.
It’s funny how everything falls in place when put in context. And how the ever weaving tapestry of life reveals a little bit more.
What do I want to do this year? Sometimes, I envy the people who can be and are so certain of each milestone of their lives, so well ordered and how everything seems to fall in place. So predictable. But then again when I do ask myself if that’s the life I want, I’m not sure. There is a certain thrill in less predictability, in not knowing what you are going to get, whom you are going to meet round the next corner. Sometimes it’s a pleasant surprise, sometimes not so much. In both cases, we deal with it and there is no crying foul. We choose what we want in life, and we just have to manage.
Too little or too much? Too fast or too slow? There’ll always be too many questions and too few answers, too many problems, not enough solutions. We make the best of it. Right now, in an otherwise meaningless measure that we call a year, marked by 365 and a quarter sunsets, is a convenient marker that we use to monitor the progress that we make in our lives. And collectively, in our own ways, decide what we want to make of it.
Where we want to go, how we want to get there, who we want to be, what we want to do. And twelve months later, the ritual begins again. We always have our choices.
But heck, if the shoe fits, wear it.
Happy 2002 folks 
