Post by Jenny
Happy New Year! Last year at this time, I had the number six on my mind (read that post here). This year, it’s the number twelve. Namely, I love the sense of accord that comes from twelve months wrapped up in the year 2012. And I’m apparently not the only one. In a quick search, I found 12 Must-See Skywatching Events in 2012, 12 Financial Resolutions for 12 Months for 2012, 12 Predictions for the Mobile World in 2012, a list of 12 classics to read in 2012, and writer Julie Hedlund’s 12 x 12 Picture Book Writing Challenge. (On a different note, I am glad that the list of Brands That Will Disappear in 2012 is limited to ten.)
I do realize that twelve months in a year is not a crazy new concept. The Egyptians did it, with 30 days per month and a 5 day party at the end to help square things with the solar year. The Romans did it, though their belief that even numbers were unlucky complicated matters and required the addition of an extra month every two years. Eventually Julius Caesar and his astronomer got things straightened out to the emperor’s satisfaction—and also set January 1st as the beginning of the new year. But by the 1500s, the calendar was again out of synch, and Pope Gregory XIII took drastic measures, skipping directly from Thursday, October 4 to Friday, October 15, 1582, and adding an extra day every four years.
Over the past few years—ever since someone apparently raised the speed-of-life limit—my relationship with the calendar has grown increasingly adversarial. Each flip of a new page is met with my protest of “I can’t believe it’s (fill in month name) already!” But this year, I’m going to try working with the calendar, not against it. Instead of looking back on the first day of every month and fretting over the things I didn’t accomplish, I’m going to look forward at all the potential the new month holds. Hopefully that will help me reevaluate, reenergize, and make a(nother) fresh start, especially where my writing is concerned.
Twelve chances to do things not necessarily right, but better. That—along with a Leap Day, the London Olympics (as a TV spectator only, I’m afraid), a family reunion, and that election business—is what my year has in store.
How about you?