Hurtling Uncontrollably Forward

I say this every year.

WHERE THE HELL DID THE YEAR GO?

Didn't we just do Christmas? That was, like...yesterday. I swear it was.

Time, you are some kind of heartless bastard.

All the same, I guess it's time to evaluate where this year went and how not to screw up the next one. I mean, if we make it that far, amirite? Because supposedly we are on the verge of that Maya-predicted world ending whatever set to happen either on December 21st or the 23rd...depending on who is doing the math. Of course, this is a calendar designed by a culture that thought lost Conquistadors on horses were Gods, so are we really sure we want to trust their predictive abilities?

If it *is* the end of the world, I expect less Rapture, more Ragnarok.

This year was marked by a confusing and crappy work situation, changes in space, in leadership, in responsibility. I moved into a new office at work and was shifted over to a new set of departments with a new set of problems. But some things remain the same. Ambivalent feelings. Unhealthy stress-levels. Those are the same. Cold comfort, that sameness.

I did very little writing, but there was a redoubled effort to at least attempt it. Some successes, some missed marks. Plus I have something simmering for just under the wire, to cap off the year.

I have ART planned. Some I have been toying with in a vague and random sort of way, and some I am committed to.

My son turned 10, and this will be his last year in grade school. My sister went away to college. I applied - for the second time - to become a student myself. There were trips and adventures. Small victories occurred. Certainly, some defeats.

I don't know what 2013 will bring. I can only hope for good things.