It’s the first day of the New Year, a day that makes the passage of time even harder to ignore than most days of the year. Whether your spotlight is on the future or your thoughts dwell on the past, the stroke of twelve seems to say something has ended, something new is starting.
Of course I was wondering what will be new and promising for me in the coming year. I’m no longer in my prime, not in the usual sense anyway, and the years seem to be passing more swiftly these days. I say not in the usual sense – does that imply that I am in my prime, if not physically, then perhaps mentally? That’s probably not the case either.
We have now entered the year 2011, only divisible by itself or 1, a prime number, a prime year! Not only that. On my birthday I will turn the 20th-prime-number years old. To make things even more propitious, on his birthday my husband will also reach a prime.
You might say we are in our prime now. Now? It’s like marking a place on a flowing river and saying here. As if we could make a mark on the flow of time by saying now.