(And not the end of the world.)
I think what we’re seeing—and maybe I’m just being a hopeless optimist, which I have a tendency toward (and an equal tendency to be disappointed)—is maybe a subtle shift. A lot of people are saying as much, that this ending of the Mayan calendar is really just the dawn of some new age. Now, I dabble in astrology and whatnot, but I don’t know that much about it, so I can’t speak with any authority on the subject. Still, it’s a nice idea to think maybe things will begin to change for the better. (Hopefully not the worse.)
On the whole 2012 was a good year from me, so I really have no reason to complain. But there is still interior work to be done, some emotional things I would like to shore up. So I guess deep down I’m hoping whatever this shift might bring, inner peace could be on the docket.
It makes more sense, at any rate, to look at Yule as the end of the year. There was (is) a reason for observance of this day, the shortest of the year, the long Solstice night . . . December 31 seems rather more arbitrary, unless you look at the 12-day Christmas festival . . . Well, I’m not going to start a history lecture. I’m just saying there’s something to be said for marking Yuletide, as the Solstice, as the change in seasons, and maybe—this year—the end of something old and the start of something new. Why wait until January 1? The sooner the better.