despite being told over and over that the beginning of the year is somehow this immense, new time of possibility, i can’t help but remember that our western new year is an arbitrary designation of “new” and “start” and “beginning”.
we begin when we begin, and having this imposed designation, i often think, just harms us more than it helps.
but, as with most things, your mileage may vary.
that all being said, there is a certain energy that permeates the west at the new year that does propel us all forward–whether we ascribe to the imposed “new” or not.
which is a weird, random way of saying that these were my projects from last year, and these are my projects for this year.