The approach of a new year promises a blank calendar, a clean slate, an occasion to hesitate and contemplate. We examine the facets of our lives under a mental jeweler’s loupe. We repeat questions we had a year ago, hoping for a better (or different) answer, and ask new ones. No two of our lists will be the same, yet all are intertwined. Like the leaves that fall in our yards, we’re part of the natural transitions that occur every day of the year.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome. —Isaac Asimov