The Promise of a New Year

Okay, so I paraphrased a Sting song, which makes me officially uncool, but I'm unnaturally optimistic about 2008. For some reason, even-numbered years are always better for me. I should get a t-shirt that reads: "I survived 2007 and all I got was this lousy t-shirt." But instead of dwelling on the negatives...divorce, broken heart, a baby that was not meant to be, and unemployment -- a sense of elation sweeps over me when I contemplate the positives: my great friends, job, new adventures, health, and family. The chance to start over and fly like an eagle. Still, I gladly bid this year adieu, grateful for the character and wisdom its granted me, but hoping for a more serene 2008.