By now you likely know of my deep loathing for the insufferable "year end" list. I avoided doing any kind of list last year with a nice assist from Mayor Bloomberg and a timely snowstorm. I didn't do a list last year (or the year before, or the year before), and I won't do one this year (though if Mr. Rothstein of Chicago is interested, we could develop a wager again for Election 2012; he should know I've left that door wide open if he'd care to walk through and likely trounce me once again).
To be honest and to be fair, you should know that I am reluctant to make a list of this or that for 2011 in part because it feels a bit like looking a gift horse in the mouth. 2011 was a good year for us. Really good, in fact. And for many of our friends, it was a very difficult year, I'm afraid. I'm supposed to quantify all the great and good things in list form? That seems cheap. Tawdry, even.
My only real hope is that 2012 is a good year for us as well, and with the April(ish) arrival of Finn, it holds that promise in its delicate hands. Duncan and I both have good thoughts and the highest of hopes for our friends and neighbors in 2012 as well.
I apply the same logic to politics (and blogging, actually). The things about which we can write and investigate have been blessedly abundant, and any of us who do this for fun or professionally ought to be most thankful for the bounty of this pre-election year.
2012 holds promise. But here I will cop to my fear and apprehension. Will it be the good year I so want it to be? Personally, professionally, politically?
I hope so. I can't wait to have Finnegan in the world -- I know a lot's riding on him already, but the memory of the joy of having his sister here is still so vivid, it's easy to translate it into giddy anticipation. Professionally, I've been at JWB five years in February. That's the longest I've ever been at one job, anywhere (look, I'm a political creature; we move around a lot). I'm curious to see what's in store for our changing organization.
As for politics, well, I've always thought of it as a kind of dance (albeit a drunken, nearly incomprehensible hootenany of a barn dance, but you get the idea). Sometimes you have to sit one or two songs out. Sometimes a careless drunk steps on your toes.
Sometimes, though, the line goes 'round and 'round. And you're in the lead.
Here's to a happy, healthy, productive 2012 for us all.