It’s the last day of 2015, a year that completely wore me
out.
Perhaps it’s A Sign that the battery on my pedometer died
yesterday, while I was 35,000 feet above middle America, and that when I get the
new one today, I reset it to Eastern Standard Time. Because in the next few days
I have to figure out how to reset a lot of things in my life: recharge my
physical, mental and emotional batteries; reorient myself to the Metro D.C.
area; and recalibrate my thought patterns for the new job, which is different
from anything I’ve done before.
Ordinarily I’d wrap up the year in a few hundred
trenchant words, but to tell you the truth, I just don’t have the bandwidth for
that today. I can’t wrap up the job search, the death of friends, the decision
to walk off a metaphoric cliff or any of the rest of it. Instead, I’m getting a
pedometer battery, and then I’m going to Wegman’s, just to look around.
After that—I don’t even know. I just know that I’m ready
to ring out the year.
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