In the final hours of the year twenty-twenty-three, I had thought that I might write something thoughtful. It would be deep yet be witty. It would be thought provoking and sharp. But when I arrived at the end of this year, I did not find that. What I did find was unexpected, yet appropriate for the year 2023.
Instead of writing something new, I commented on something that I wrote here in January. For many months, although the words were true, there was something that was not said and not only did this omission make things seem be a certain way, but it also weighed on me because credit was due, but I was not paying it.
It has made me realize that 2023 had a serious theme to it. The theme was “finish the job”. In 2023 that is what I did. It started with the countless open projects that I never seemed to complete, and that is nothing new. This pressure list was taking me through almost multiple identities and anxieties. Then I found the object that seemed to be damming up the river. I threw a stick of dynamite into the jam and rejoiced when the explosion sent obstructions flying and the flow of progress was started once again.
Today my sights are set on things I have never even considered before. The words that are coming, I never thought I would write. The life ahead I never thought I would live. None of the stories ahead could ever be without those that came before. When I realize that the construction was always happening, I am stunned.
The sun is rising and I see what was my defeat, what was my control and what was my war. I was never at the disadvantage that I believed I was, and that is alright with me. A good life has to be filled with patience, because worth while progression is an investment.
I suppose this is what you would call the eleventh hour, with only 24 hours left to a year that I charged into battle, fearful of what I might lose. I also fell back, fearful of what I might gain. It just goes to show you that there is so much more work to do.