Well, the new year has arrived. I’m not too sure if it feels any different from last year. The rain is coming down cleaning out the air and, hopefully clearing out a path for good things to come.
In some states, the new year is bringing an increase in the minimum wage. However, inflation is supposedly going to continue to rise. For those who are paranoid about being monitored. Here’s an interesting new law for New York. state. Specifically, this new law will require employers to provide written notice to employees if they are being electronically monitored in any way. Interesting. I don’t know about you, but I was suspect my employer to be monitoring in some way.
It’s great that we at least know which laws and regulations are coming into effect. It’s one thing we can know. For we have to acknowledge this year brings way too many unknowns. And, I’m going to admit that makes me a bit anxious. There are many new paths to be forged this year. Too many forks in the road ahead. But here we are. One thing I can control is my reaction and planning.
If you didn’t catch Anerican poet Amanda Gorman’s new years poem, I present it below and hope it inspires you. As she notes solace can arise from sorrow. And for me forward movement can rise from uncertainty.
“May this be the day
We come together.
Mourning, we come to mend,
Withered, we come to weather,
Torn, we come to tend,
Battered, we come to better.
Tethered by this year of yearning,
We are learning
That though we weren’t ready for this,
We have been readied by it.
We steadily vow that no matter
How we are weighed down,
We must always pave a way forward.
This hope is our door, our portal.
Even if we never get back to normal,
Someday we can venture beyond it,
To leave the known and take the first steps.
So let us not return to what was normal,
But reach toward what is next.
What was cursed, we will cure.
What was plagued, we will prove pure.
Where we tend to argue, we will try to agree,
Those fortunes we forswore, now the future we foresee,
Where we weren’t aware, we’re now awake;
Those moments we missed
Are now these moments we make,
The moments we meet,
And our hearts, once all together beaten,
Now all together beat.
Come, look up with kindness yet,
For even solace can be sourced from sorrow.
We remember, not just for the sake of yesterday,
But to take on tomorrow.
We heed this old spirit,
In a new day’s lyric,
In our hearts, we hear it:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
Be bold, sang Time this year,
Be bold, sang Time,
For when you honor yesterday,
Tomorrow ye will find.
Know what we’ve fought
Need not be forgot nor for none.
It defines us, binds us as one,
Come over, join this day just begun.
For wherever we come together,
We will forever overcome.”