Literary history doesn’t record what views, if any, Ebenezer Scrooge held about that other famed mid-winter celebration: New Year.
As the clocks strike twelve, on each 31st December, and one year dissolves into the next, there is a palpable sense of the past meeting the future in the present. Received wisdom decrees that the start of a fresh year is a time for reflection and for pledging to doses of personal improvement. Ergo, we shouldn’t need a series of visits from a troika of ghosts to nudge us towards a better way.
Time has hopscotched its way across the last twelve months at a fiery pace collecting, en route, tales of triumph and tragedy to add to the briefcase of history. Sadly the geopolitical and the regular political landscapes of 2016 don’t lend themselves to a narrative of hope and the 2017 skies are overhung with worrying storm clouds of unknowns.
Optimism is one of my default modes and rose-tinted spectacles my favourite accessory. So, my wish for 2017 is that we all, but especially those who control the levers of power, will be guided in decision making by what Abraham Lincoln called “the better angels of our nature.”
I have posted sporadically on JAA in 2016. The blog will continue but posting will likely be at the same infrequent rate, although I hope to do a little better than I did last year.
Thank you SO much for reading my blog, it means a lot to me that you do.
Happy New Year!
With every good wish