Thinking About the New Year

Well, the Holiday Season is officially over. Another Christmas and New Year’s Eve are in the books. The decorations have all come down (well, most of them, anyway), and we’re heading into the heart of Winter. This time of year always brings me down a little bit. Partially because I love the Holidays so much and hate to see them end, but also because I am no fan of the cold, darkness, and weather conditions that Old Man Winter brings with him. Granted, this December has been unseasonably warm here in the St. Louis area, but Winter announced its arrival over the weekend and, judging from the impending forecast, intends on making up for some lost time.

I’ve often wondered why we chose January to begin the new year. I mean, obviously it had a lot to do with the harvest season and all, but it’s just interesting to me that the year begins when it does. Why now? Why not like, I don’t know, April, when things are starting to get warm and brighten up? Why doesn’t the year begin in Spring? It seems to me like it might have been better, especially 2000 plus years ago when life was extremely hard during the Winter, to finish the year during the cold period and begin fresh when nature itself does.

But then, perhaps there’s a reason why we choose to begin the New Year during these cold months. It’s a good time to stay indoors, warm ourselves with a fire, a good hearty meal, and our beverage of choice, and reflect.

We can reflect on the year that has just passed us by, both the good and the bad parts of it, from both the perspective of society at large and our from own personal feelings. What were the big successes we had this year? What could have gone better? What did we learn and, more importantly, will we ever learn?

It’s also a good time to think about the future. What concrete plans can we make for the next few months? What are our desires? What dreams can we begin to chase, and what needs to remain a dream, at least for a little while longer?

This is the proper mindset for making any “New Year’s Resolutions” that so many are fond of doing. The trouble is that most of us make a small list of resolutions half heartedly out of a feeling of obligation but we don’t take them very seriously. We may go after them for a few weeks, but then it’s right back to where we were on Dec. 31st. I think the problem is we set unrealistic goals with no real forethought of how we are going to attain them or what it would take to do so. Nor do we consider what it would actually mean to our lives if we did. Therefore we are content to make ourselves feel better for a short period of time, and then shrug it off when things don’t work out because they were “just silly resolutions” anyway.

I’ve never liked making New Year’s resolutions. I think it’s that word, “resolution”, it’s so serious and intimidating. Resolving to do something is like a promise or an oath you make to others and yourself, and it’s not something one should take lightly. Especially if you’re not going to put in the effort to make it happen. For the record, I feel the same way when a business or organization I am involved in talks about “vision casting.” I don’t like that phrase either, it makes my neck itch.

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s good to think about the future. It’s good to make plans, to set goals. It’s good to want to become a better person. I’m just not so sure that being obliged to do so just because it’s January is the way to go about it.

However, since most people I know are doing the whole “New Year’s Resolutions” thing, I figured I’d go ahead and play along. Well, to an extent. I am not going to write a list of things I resolve to do in the next year. I am merely going to list a few things that would be nice to accomplish, and I will try and work in that direction. See? No pressure. No obligations. No itchy neck. Here we go.

-I would like to read more. I enjoy reading, both fiction and non-fiction, and I fully understand the importance of reading and how it enriches my life. I just don’t do it enough. It’s not due to any lack of availability. My entire family are readers and there are books everywhere in this house. Part of my problem is that I get distracted doing other things and don’t carve out the time to read like I ought to. The other problem is that when I am done reading an interesting book I need to live with it for awhile. With non-fiction books I tend to ruminate on what I have learned, be it a life lesson or just some neat little trivia. But with fiction books, I am usually reluctant to leave the world it has created for me and I want to stay with those characters I have grown to love just a little bit longer. As a result I don’t read very many books in a year, which is okay. Quality over quantity, right? But I do have room for more.

-I’d like to get my weight down a little bit. I have had an issue with my weight all my life and have never been what you’d call thin, but there’s a weight range I am comfortable with and I am currently not within it. Some of this is due to medications, but with a little more effort I can get closer to that place. I was actually doing a little better a few weeks back but I let myself go over the Holidays. Time to get back on track, methinks.

-I’d like to get outside more. You know, when it’s not cold. I need to go on longer walks. Get some more sun. See some more nature. Maybe travel more, schedule and COVID permitting.

-I’d like to focus more on my beliefs. That includes my faith, and social justice issues. Being a Christian and a Liberal is the hardest thing I do. But it shouldn’t be, since I believe that “Progressive Christianity” isn’t an oxymoron. If I begin putting faith into action, I think it could go from difficult to rewarding. I just need to do it one step at a time. Like this.

-I’d like to create more. Sure, I have this blog, but there’s more I could be doing. I have the desire and the ideas, I have just become complacent and, frankly, a little discouraged over the years. Maybe a little nervous too. Let’s face it though, I’m not getting any younger and even though I may be a little too old to set the world on fire, that’s not an excuse to not try. Connecting with people through entertainment is my favorite thing. That’s why I do this. I just need to do more, and maybe mix in some different stuff too.

Okay, that got a little more serious than I thought it would. There’s some good ideas there, though, and some nice goals to work towards. Okay, my neck did itch a little. Maybe it’s my shirt.

Anyway, see you next week.

I used to have an autographed copy of “Mouse Tails” by Arnold Lobel with a personalized doodle but lost it years ago and now I kick myself. Anyway…

Let’s talk books. More importantly, the stories and authors who made a lasting impression, grabbed a part of your mind or your heart, and never let go.

Obviously, this post is inspired by the death of Beverly Cleary. Ms. Cleary was one of the authors who opened up the world of reading for many a young person, male and female. For us Gen Xers, Henry Huggins and Ramona Quimby were absolute favorites (with Fudgie and Encyclopedia Brown not far behind). Some of the material was a little bit dated even in the late ’70s/early ’80s world we lived in but the characters were one hundred percent relatable. I can only imagine that today’s kids would find the books positively antiquated. Then again, there was a Beezus and Ramona movie made back in 2010 so that surely proves the quality of the original work.

My mother was an elementary school teacher and I attended where she taught. So there were many days spent in the school waiting for her to be finished with meetings or whatever business she needed to finish up at the end of the day and I spent most of that time reading. Henry, Ribsy, Beezus, Scooter McCarthy and the crew were faithful companions. I can still call to mind how Henry acquired his dog Ribsy, the problems with Ramona and the paper route, even Henry’s struggles working the typewriter (not to mention the big sack of sad that is the “Ribsy” novel). Long story short (too late!) if you are of a certain age and Beverly Cleary’s passing didn’t bring forth some nostalgia and perhaps a little melancholy you were brought up wrong.

But that’s how it should be, isn’t it? There are certain pieces of art, be they books, movies, music, what-have-you, that are important to us because they tell our own stories just as much as they do the stories of the characters within, not to mention their creators. I can tell you autobiographically how I got from the books I read in third grade to the novels and short story collections I enjoy today. My bookshelf is filled with multiple biographies, and books by everyone form Stephen King to David Sedaris. Yet I have never lost the soft spot for those early books that started my fascination with the written word.

Today, children’s literature and Young Adult books are considered every bit as valuable and important as any other release, even if they do live on the other side of the bookshop. Not so when I was growing up. Still, it is not uncommon for kids and parents to read the same books voluntarily. “Harry Potter”. “A Series Of Unfortunate Events”. “The Hunger Games”. All once considered books for kids or young adults, now books for everyone. And there are many more. The line has blurred, and it is a good thing.

So, if there is a young person in your life, check out what they are reading. You may just like it. Then, make a suggestion to them and see if they can get into something from your past, or one of the classics. Tom is still tricking Huck into washing that fence. Ponyboy and Sodapop are still dealing with the Socs. Arthur Dent has yet to get the hang of Thursdays. The Baby Sitters Still have a club. These are worlds waiting for today’s young readers. And they have worlds they want to show you too. You just might have to start with Captain Underpants.

The wonders of reading are one of the most important gifts we can give. And perhaps, the best tribute to our literary heroes we can give.