I've been trying to come up with some scrap of wisdom I've gained from the year 2012. It hasn't been easy. I mean, nothing has really changed for me. I'm still part-time at the university (although, I'm unionized now, so I'm officially underpaid). I'm still working for the outpatient surgery center (although, the surgery center is owned by a national health care organization now, so I'm being undervalued locally and from a distance). I'm still looking for a publisher for my new book of poems, and I'm still living in the same house. Money is still an issue for us, and exhaustion is still pretty much my constant companion.
President Obama was reelected, and Mitt Romney was sent back to his multi-million dollar estates and life. (I'm still not sure who got the better deal there.) The Middle East is still in upheaval, and school shootings in the United States are still a constant reality. America is still a long way away from universal healthcare, and I still haven't won the Nobel Prize in Literature (or the Pulitzer Prize or the National Book Award) or been named Adjunct of the Year.
My daughter is gorgeous and twelve. My son is destructive and four. The oil companies are still bleeding us dry at the gas pumps, and Cheetos are still one of my favorite snacks.
Tonight, at the stroke of midnight, I will raise my cup of sparkling fruit juice and toast the new year with my family and friends. It will be a moment of happiness and hope. A time when anything seems possible. A tenured professorship at the university. A new home. A Best Actress Oscar for Miss Piggy. (Hey, I said anything.) Hope is the flavor of the day.
Saint Marty is ready to sing "Auld Lang Syne."