I observed the other day that, ever since the earliest civilizations, people have gathered together around the winter solstice to mark the passing of the long cold nights into increasingly brighter warmer days. I’m not sure whom to “credit” with transforming the Yule traditions and Saturnalia into the crush of consumerism and religiosity that exists today; but I’m glad that this season this year is winding down. I’m all for just observing New Years at the solstice instead of waiting an arbitrary twelve days and moving on. (I’ll have to think about the Rose Parade a little bit, but I’m not generally in favor of varsity/for profit collegiate sports anyway.)
I have seen the need to make some changes in my life in the coming year. I love the work I’m doing very much, but that’s the only part of my life that’s really been working for me. I am pretty sure that I am in the wrong place; and, of course, I can do the work that I do pretty much anywhere.
I want to get back to blogging with some consistency because doing so helps me to frame my thoughts with some consistency. I have these flashes of insight (they feel insightful to me) that I mean to ponder upon and I mean to make notes and flesh them out, but I don’t. The only thing I do with any consistency or reliability is work. It’s not that my work goes unappreciated, but it’s not all that I want to be.
I hope that I’m not making resolutions, because I suck at keeping resolutions.