A lot can happen in a year’s time, as you well all know, but I’ve come to learn that I’m a terrible prognosticator.
This time last year, I did not foresee myself sitting at the desk once occupied by my friend and colleague Barry Paschal.
I wasn’t planning having to find a new home. Nor did I anticipate seeing one of my children setting his sights on joining the military.
I didn’t see a lot of things coming my way.
But that’s the way life works, after all. Just as soon as you think you’ve got things figured out, God calls to let you know there has been a change of plans.
That’s why I’m really looking forward to 2014. I have plans to do lots of things. I have dozens of projects I want to complete. I have about a zillion stories I want to write and a file full of subjects I want to investigate.
I know however, my plans will be subject to change. That’s OK by me.
For the most part, I like change. Sure, I can react negatively when caught off guard and grumble and gripe like anyone else. Change can be infuriating.
It is possible that me and my Scots-Irish temper have abruptly altered the shape of a few inanimate objects when the Fates rudely introduced me to a sudden change of plans, but those episodes are infrequent and rare.
I have learned over the decades to see change as an opportunity to solve a problem. To think creatively. To begin again.
If I know how to do anything well, it’s to roll with the punches.
In the newspaper business, we carefully prepare a plan each and every day and then discard it as soon as circumstances warrant. For me, change is like news, it challenges me to think about things and to react and come up with a better plan. It’s a chance to learn something new.
So, you won’t get any predictions from me about the year ahead. My crystal ball is clouded in a persistent fog. I have some ideas about what might happen next, but you won’t find me laying any bets.
That being said, I’m looking forward to an exciting new year. I will be disappointed if 2014 turns out like anything I expect.