When I was in junior high and high school, one of my favorite things to do at the end of a year was sit on my bed with a blank calendar and a pile of colored pens. I loved reading my old calendar to see what I did that year and marking the new one with events, stars and scribbles. It was an exercise in memory and anticipation. Evey little square represented a world of possibility.
I still enjoy that sort of thing, and I’m just aching for a quiet moment so I can christen my new calendar and diary, reminisce about the precious past year and look forward to the year ahead.
* Today, for example, is my big brother’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Tom2. I miss you.