Hope For Things

“New Year’s” is not my favorite holiday. I’m not sure what my favorite holiday is, unless my birthday counts. I like Christmas alright, or whichever thinly-disguised version of Winter Solstice you prefer. I like a holiday of lights in the dark part of the year and giving presents is a bonus—at least during the times of my life when I’ve been able to afford them. Having to tell your family “no presents this year” sucks, and I’ve done it on more than one occasion. It always bothered me a lot more than it bothered them.

I have two problems with “New Year’s.” One is that it comes at the wrong time of year. Um, hello. I’m sorry, but NOTHING is new in January. If you live in the northern hemisphere, it’s the middle of winter. If you live in the southern hemisphere, it’s the middle of summer and nothing is really new then, either. I think that the sensible time to celebrate a new year would be in the spring. Right? Yes. Right. I would even be open to celebrating New Year in the fall—when it’s spring in the other half of the world. I can be open-minded like that. But January? I’m sorry. No. I personally celebrate a new year on the first of May. I started doing that when I was 14, way before my Mennonite teachers spilled it about the Pagan celebration of May Day. When I say I “celebrate” a new year on the first of May, I don’t mean I stay up until the middle of the night drinking or anything. “Commemorate” might be a better word for it. “Observe,” even–I’m fairly passive about it. I just mean it doesn’t go unnoticed.

The other thing that annoys me about “New Year’s” is that it’s so often sappy. None of us have any idea what the heck is going to happen to us in the morning or in the coming year. Some wonderful things. Some terrible things. And we’ll congratulate ourselves on the good ones and try not to take the bad ones personally. We’ll post them on facebook so our friends can congratulate or commiserate. I can pretty much guarantee you all of that and nothing more.

I’m gloriously happy about all the attention Barbara Struncova’s story has gotten in 2015, apart from my voice howling from my little rooftop. I hope the “new” year brings more truth to light, but I try to be realistic about how difficult that will be. Difficult—not impossible. (Why oh why am I not a detective?) As you might guess, I don’t really do “resolutions,“ but I do hope for things. And I really hope that in the near future, some benevolent publisher accepts the book I’ve been sending out like mad. Quién sabe. I’ll keep you posted.

I have to go get in the shower now or I’ll be late to work on the first day of a “new year.”  I will make a mess out of writing the date this week, that’s for sure.

So, here’s to you.
Here’s to me.
Here’s to everything that’s about to happen, whatever it is.


2 thoughts on “Hope For Things

  1. Remarkable.
    For years I have paused on 1 May and 1 August. I think it comes from my agrarian roots, a time to mark the changing of the seasons.
    I gave up resolutions long ago in favor of setting directions and goals, and gradually realized that my life takes its own direction (If I were overtly religious I would insert something about divine intervention) in spite of my best efforts.
    In the end I give thanks for the good things that I have, and I pray that I would be able to experience all the good that the next season has to offer. I hope it includes a new book.

  2. Dear Diana,
    What a fabulous post! I, too, am completely indifferent to the New Year’s Eve and to the concept of a beginning. That’s why, for me, there is no staying up late, no drinking myself silly, no resolutions of any kind. Looking back, you did do a fabulous job on the Barbara story, and, looking forward, I wish you every success with your book. Warmest wishes, Anna

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