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Being as it is the start of another year I am wondering just how long it will take me to get used to writing 2012 instead of 2011? In the past I have taken a few days to get used to the change to the year number when writing cheques or letters and such but I have never had a problem with the month change. To me, the first day of the year is no different than it was yesterday, is no different to all the other days but it sort of interrupts a routine. The daily name changes and the monthly name changes seem more finite than a simple number change at the beginning of what we accept as a new year, so we initially make mistakes. Although today is no different from any other day it does mark the beginning of changes in my life. I will not be doing anything today or tomorrow but on Tuesday I will be starting my jury service as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. It has been about twenty-five years since I was on jury service and no doubt many things have changed since then, for one the venue. I remember little about the procedure but having read the booklet that is supplied I shouldn’t have any problems adjusting to my responsibility. All I remember about my last duty as a juror was the one case I was involved with. My electrical work is on hold for the next two weeks depending on my duty as a juror. There will be other ongoing changes in my life. I just hope they will be for the better for all around me I see changes in the world which are not. Whatever happens I will have to make adjustments according to my own circumstances and try to accept the things I cannot change elsewhere. How long it will take me to adjust to changes I will have to wait and see. I have an inkling what some of those changes might be both in my personal life and those in the world around me but I live from day-to-day and do not worry about such things.

“What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of a year.”

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Shirley Anne

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