A mad flurry to finish projects, a little more here, a little more there...
Whatever shall be, shall be.
What I like most about new year holidays is that they are a collective celebration of our existence on the Earth. It's like an Earth holiday, where we celebrate being human and the fact that we haven't blown our ourselves up yet. you know?
Maybe that's the significance of all the pomp and circumstance, the glitter and lights, fireworks -- the fun side of explosions.
Oh hmm. is this too dark?
It is true that the psychological shift is an important one: the psychology of a fresh start, new beginnings, new commitments and dedications, all good things. The added incentive of an end-of-year deadline always helps me move projects along more productively (I'm always at the mercy of aesthetically balanced timestamps). I have a few decent working essays now that were pretty rough form just a couple few months ago. Still some work to do, but the vision, and my writing process, are becoming more clear. This is cause enough alone to celebrate like it's 1999.
or 2021, because god knows this year has been like a century.
Best wishes to you as you persevere and boldly move onward and upward.
Cheers to a new year!
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Update: this morning I read this article about the history of this holiday in the US and what would happen under slavery. It certainly gives one pause about how we acknowledge this day.
