We are seven days into 2012 and I’m finally getting around to wishing the following for you:
May all your decisions be delayed without consequence and may they result in good beyond your sweetest expectations.
May you dream.
May you smile knowingly less often than you smile without knowing.
May you greet each stranger as though no one has hurt you.
May your resolutions to improve fail while your resolution to do good prevails.
May you fall in love again with the most benign and forgotten of your childhood revelries.
May your days be filled with bright sunshine and may your nights be filled with dance and song. And may you sing.
May you explore where previously you feared exploring.
May you live how you like and may those who draw near to you be blessed by you while those who seek to confound you are confounded by you.
May you outlive the Mayan calendar.
May you remember what matters.
May you forget what does not matter.
May you vacillate, obfuscate, enumerate, and just generally make things more interesting and/or trying for the rest of us.
May you drink wine, port, sherry, beer, whisk(e)y, vodka, rum, tequila (oh, yes! tequila!), gin (yuck! - says the wife), and moonshine (and all the drinks I’m neglecting to mention) to your soul’s content but not at your heart’s, mind’s, or liver’s expense.
May you enunciate, even after drinking wine, port, etcetera, etcetera.
May you cherish whatever, whatever that means.
May you discover.
May you be discovered.
May you bury, marry, or harry – whatever’s appropriate whenever.
May you divorce yourself from what’s rotten and rotting.
May you be generous and may you be thankful, in equal proportions and in miraculous abundance.
May you do what you will do so long as it is right and good and born of love.
May you learn love if you do not yet know it.
May you learn love again if you knew it once.
May you live in love this year, the next, and all the years you may have after.
May you know and remember: It is never love that fails. It is we who fail love.
May you fail to fail love this year, the next, and all the years you may have after.
