Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now,we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever. We can also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.
Corks have been popped.
Stockings (and stomachs) have been stuffed.
Avowals have been made.
So there. I say let’s bring just tinsel and holly into 2016 and leave fear and gloom behind. (Hear that, pundits?)
Happiness expert, Robert Holden, has this revolutionary suggestion.
Right now, think of 3 ways you can make today even more enjoyable than you thought it was going to be.
Mirabile dictu. (That’s Latin, for wonderful to tell. I think it’s ascribed to Virgil. Latin/Dante scholars? Ronnie?)
I’m starting today with this song by British folk-pop singer/songwriter/guitarist Tracey Thorn.
She knows we’ll be alright.
Life’s gifts are fleeting and fragile.
That’s why we hang the lights so high.