January is named after the Roman god Janus, who presided over doors and beginnings. Janus’ image is usually depicted with two faces: one looking backwards and one looking forwards, as is often characteristic of a new year.
As we "make our way", we pass through doorways only to find a choice of new doors ahead of us. Some of us glance back only to realize that the number of doors still available to us are limited.
Before I pass through the door numbered 2024, I stop once again to model my resolutions after ”When I come to be old” a writing in A Tale of a Tub from 1699 by Jonathan Swift.
I, C. Patrick Woliver, being of dubious mind resolve:
To seek good health.
To be kind and generous.
To question often (without becoming the "Grand Inquisitor") and then to form a rational opinion.
Not to talk much, nor of myself, nor to myself.
Not to boast of my former beauty, or strength, or intelligence.
Not to be too free of advice, nor trouble any but those that desire it.
Not to keep company with people unless they really deserve it.
Not to suffer fools gladly.
Not to tell the same story over and over to the same people.
Not to neglect decency, or cleanliness, for fear of falling into nastiness.
Not to be overly severe with young people, but give allowances for their youthful follies and weaknesses, and with glee to recall my own.
Not to be influenced by, or give ear to knavish politicians and/or commentators.
To desire some good friends to inform me which of these resolutions I break, or neglect; listen to them carefully; but then have the courage to tell them that they are full of xxxx and to SCAT.
May the doors through which you pass lead to good health and perceived happiness. Happy New Year!
CPW
