A cup of sentiment and some ill-thought-out resolutions. Another new year is nearly upon us. Are you ready?
Doesn't really matter - the Bells will chime whether you put your head under the pillow or elbow your way to the front of the crowd. We're moving into 2013, one way or the other.
Only we can't all move on, not every year. Eventually we'll have to get off and say that this year - or that, or the other - is the year I get off and stop. For everything there is a season and all that...
And as we pass through into a new fresh year, ripe with potential, there's bound to be a burden of sadness for those not coming too. Those we left in the old year.
It doesn't mean we're not excited about what we'll find in the next 12 months, it just means another farewell, perhaps unexpectedly sorrowful. That's all.
Then, as Pete says, there's a time to laugh and a time to dance too.
See you on the other side and let's make 2013 the best yet.
PS This post was going to start off as a consideration of the nonsense of the notion that to be bereaved around Christmas is somehow worse than any other time of the year. It doesn't matter what time of year you lose someone, the first festive season will still suck.