All things new…
New year. New Balance. New chapter. New career. New kids on the block — and adults to be.
New deal. New diet. New England. Newfound. New phone. New iPhone. New technology.
New Guinea. New girl. New horizons. New Haven. New Jordans. New Jersey. New Mexico. New mercy.
New look. New life. New York. A whole new normal. Even a new movie.
New Orleans. Newport. New Smyrna. Something new on DVD.
New Republic. New study. New series. New season. New show. New Sunday night activity.
New Testament. New track. New top. New something or another to you and me.
New uniform. New use. New vacation or view. New wave. New world. New walk or Walking Dead TV.
It is no secret; the Intramuralist loves the “new” of the new year. Not because of Times Square nor any confetti or massive, glitzy, dropping ball. Not either because of more quaint celebrations in the privacy of our own homes. The Intramuralist loves the “newness” because of the obvious opportunity it fords… to briefly look back… but then to surge ahead. The past is the past; the slate is clean. And no matter the good, bad, or ugly, we now move forward.
For pundits and politicians and sportsman and celebrities — for ordinary people such as you and me — moving forward is refreshing.
Historically, no less, when a moment of “newness” occurred, ordinary people set a stone in the ground to mark the occasion. They didn’t mark the moment in order to cast in stone any past fear or failure; they solidly marked the moment so that they could learn from the past — and grow into the future. To make the most of what’s ahead of us. Hence, there is a beauty in what’s to come. There is a beauty in the “newness.”
Happy New Year, friends! Enjoy it.
We should.
Respectfully,
AR