On the eve of another new year, the mercury soars (it's blindingly hot and bright outside) and I'm shackled to the computer trying very hard to work from home and not be distracted by distractions.
On the eve of another new year, I can't help but think about the year just past, not in a reflective way, but agog at how quickly time flies and the new 2008, which, incidentally still feels new and freshly unwrapped, is soon to give way to a new 2009.
On the eve of another new year, I think about India and Nepal - already the experience feels like a long lost memory and I struggle to grasp at its tactility - and how it changed me, and how I must now remain changed and not fall back into old ways, old thoughts and old behaviours.
On the eve of another new year, I wonder why this feels like just another day. Another droll day. And the fact that nothing changes when this year flicks into the next. Perhaps I'm waiting for a miracle instead of making a miracle happen.
On the eve of another new year, I wonder if I will be bold enough to make certain decisions next year, whatever they may be.
On the eve of another new year, I am determined not to be overcome by sentimentality.
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