Onward
“[I]f this life of ours Be a good glad thing, why should we make us merry Because a year of it is gone? but Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...” ― Alfred, Lord Tennyson I'll just come out and say it. On the sliding scale of my favorite holidays, New Year is at the bottom. It's just always made me kind of sad; even when I was little, New Year's was a total downer. Sure it was fun getting to stay up way past my bedtime and drink the sparkling grape juice and eat all the finger foods that Mom had prepared for us, but all in all, it was always anticlimactic and somewhat terrifying. I get it. The promise of a new year is exhilarating. It really is. I just very rarely saw it that way. To me, the prospect of a new year and all the unknowns was unsettling. As a reminder, I am the child who used to have a panic attack when I really sat down and thought about the infinite nature of space. I am the child who used to...