We won’t deny that some happiness happened in this place, even some life-changing occurrences and decisions.
But this has been, for the most part, a place of violence and brutality, of anger and low blows and big blows and blowhards, of racism and condoned mean-spiritedness, a place of disruption and dishonesty, disappointment and dashed dreams, a place where nearly every hint of optimism has been undermined by self-serving actions and arrogant entitlement.
And, so, we are eager to turn our backs on this place – this year called 2012 – and open the door to the next place, known as 2013.
But such places of time have a way of lingering; we can expect the scent of 2012 to continue to waft into the freshly painted rooms of 2013. Just when you think 2013 is going to be a new and different dwelling place, that will be a note from 2012 being slipped under the door. And don’t pick up that ringing phone – it’s a robocall from down the hall.
We can hope that 2013 will be rich in arslocii. But most places are just places like other places, and the only art is what you bring to it.
But keep your eyes open, and your heart, as well, because the most potent moments of discovering placeness often happen when you least expect them, and just a few can make a year a place you’ll want to revisit from time to time.