I have always believed the best years were those where the year number can be evenly divided by 2. I have also believed the best years to be those in which my age could be divided by 2.
Sadly, those don't completely coincide.
Which could explain why my best times seem to be in even numbered years before my birthday, or in odd-numbered years after. Since my birthday falls in the first quarter, the very best times should come during odd-numbered years beginning in Q2.
If any of that pure superstition rings true then 2015 beginning in April should be one of the good times.
And I will appreciate the break. Not that things have been bad for me personally - the most I can claim is to being a little adrift of my goals, and to experiencing (for the first time really) that inevitable physical decline that comes with accumulated years hanging around Planet Earth.
No, not too bad for me personally, but by association I've suffered in sympathy with others the stream of body blows the people of the world have taken in 2014. Although none have been Tyson-esque knockdowns like the Earthquake/Tsunami combination punches in 2004 and 2011, the 2014 pummeling has seemed relentless, and enough to have us drooping in the corner attended by a frowning and skeptical cut man.
And a few of the blows have been real brain-rattlers, bad enough to raise fears of dementia on a global, societal scale. I'm thinking Ukraine and the public unveiling of Putin's New Russian Empire, the flare-up of long simmering suspicion and intransigent hatred in Palestine, ISIL/ISIS/IS in Syria and Iraq, the Ebola outbreak, and the ongoing economic malaise that threatens to undermine a livable life for so many.
Those and all the associated jabs and gut punches that accompanied mean we need a good 2015 - or at least a few rounds respite during the year.
So, may I wish anyone who stumbles across this writing if not a Happy, then at least a Happier New Year in 2015, with a chance to heal a bit and catch your breath; maybe even a chance to effect some repairs and to even improve a little after the rubble of 2014 is cleared away.
You Need the break, and You Deserve it.
Me? ... I'm counting on the final 3/4th's of 2015
Sadly, those don't completely coincide.
Which could explain why my best times seem to be in even numbered years before my birthday, or in odd-numbered years after. Since my birthday falls in the first quarter, the very best times should come during odd-numbered years beginning in Q2.
If any of that pure superstition rings true then 2015 beginning in April should be one of the good times.
And I will appreciate the break. Not that things have been bad for me personally - the most I can claim is to being a little adrift of my goals, and to experiencing (for the first time really) that inevitable physical decline that comes with accumulated years hanging around Planet Earth.
No, not too bad for me personally, but by association I've suffered in sympathy with others the stream of body blows the people of the world have taken in 2014. Although none have been Tyson-esque knockdowns like the Earthquake/Tsunami combination punches in 2004 and 2011, the 2014 pummeling has seemed relentless, and enough to have us drooping in the corner attended by a frowning and skeptical cut man.
And a few of the blows have been real brain-rattlers, bad enough to raise fears of dementia on a global, societal scale. I'm thinking Ukraine and the public unveiling of Putin's New Russian Empire, the flare-up of long simmering suspicion and intransigent hatred in Palestine, ISIL/ISIS/IS in Syria and Iraq, the Ebola outbreak, and the ongoing economic malaise that threatens to undermine a livable life for so many.
Those and all the associated jabs and gut punches that accompanied mean we need a good 2015 - or at least a few rounds respite during the year.
So, may I wish anyone who stumbles across this writing if not a Happy, then at least a Happier New Year in 2015, with a chance to heal a bit and catch your breath; maybe even a chance to effect some repairs and to even improve a little after the rubble of 2014 is cleared away.
You Need the break, and You Deserve it.
Me? ... I'm counting on the final 3/4th's of 2015
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