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12/31/2004: "Wheel"
I am taking out my new calendars and putting away the old, putting away the old year with them. Should I look back at the year represented therein? It was my first full year at writing here, and I can't say I'm any better or any worse at it. Health, wealth, and wisdom: as far as I am able to perceive, no better, but no worse. I buried somebody for every book I read, more or less, and some of them were very dear to me, and some of them were strangers. I was out in the cold and the heat, the rain and the sun and the snow, and I was angry and frustrated, and happy and carefree, exhausted at night and groggy in the morning. People have been very good to me when I least expected it. I haven't given up. Love? I have reason to hope. The year ends much as it began, in most things, and the sun sets on its last day. Things will be different tomorrow.
