2007 ... It Was Bound to Happen

Well. Another year.

There's really no reason for writing. I don't have anything to say. I just figured that I should write something, what with it being New Year's Day and all. I keep thinking about the lyrics of a song I heard on the radio a couple of weeks ago, which essentially said “get me through December so that I may begin again.” That pretty much sums it up. I have a lot of plans for 2007, but right now I just wanted to see the “2007” attached to something. Maybe differentiate yesterday from today.

I'm getting ready to leave. I have a load which delivers at 8pm tonight in Madison, Tennessee (north of Nashville). Google says it's about 380 miles. As usual, I'll tack on about 100 miles to be sure, which means it'll take me about eight hours to get there. I have to be rolling at least by 1pm (Madison is in Central Time) to make it on-time. I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm not dreading it, either. Where driving is concerned, I'm largely resigned these days.

Well, I'm going to stop there. If I don't, I'll start examing the things that I hope will come out of 2007. There's no point in going over plans. Sometimes I hate this blog because I wind up examining the details of my life with more scrutiny than I'm comfortable with. That's one thing I've always hated about journals, diaries, etc. Instead of self-examination, they foster self-obsession. But somehow I can't bring myself to stop doing it.

While I'm not as hopeful as I'd like to be, I would like to face 2007 with a simple declaration of a phrase that was developing at one point into something of a motto for me. I'm not resolved that it's a manifesto. But I cling to it all the same. It won't make sense to a lot of people, but it makes a lot of sense to me. Right now, that's enough.

“Here's to hope. Over, under or through.”

B'God.