Tomorrow marks a new year: 2012.
It means different things to different people.
For instance, I was chatting recently with my youngest daughter. She and her husband were pondering moving to the big city, getting away from their small town in West Virginia.
“We want to be in a safe place, you know, for 2012,” she said.
“It’s just another election year. Angry dudes saying angry things, life goes on,” I said.
“Dad! 2012! The Mayan calendar.”
“Oh, that end of the world stuff. Pfft,” I said. “If 2012 is the end of the world then there’s not much we can do about it, is there?”
“Well I do find it a relief that the first thing you thought of was the election,” she said.
“Look, the Mayan dude who made the calendar probably wandered off to have a sandwich then something came up and he didn’t finish the job.”
That’s when a memory from many years ago came to mind. It was something my father said: “Keep doing what you’re doing until you have to stop.”
He said this to me because I had changed my plans about being on the high school yearbook staff because I thought we were moving. I had heard my folks talking about a new job.
“We don’t know if we’re moving or not, so just keep doing what you’re doing, as far as we know we’ll still be here,” he said.
That memory helped me in my chat with my youngest daughter.
I suppose if we sat around and thought about all the catastrophes that could possibly be in store for us down the road there’d be nothing left to do but stay in bed and hide under the covers.
But that’s not what we do.
We work, we live and THAT’S what many of us will do Monday morning on the first working day of 2012.
Happy New Year!