It fell to me unexpectedly, the honor of toasting “in” the New Year. With mind and lips numb from the better part of a growler of “Hillary” from Ourayle House, I raised my glass and paused. It was dramatic…deliberate…full of intention and promise that something profound was about to be imparted. Let’s face it; some people are not suited for the spotlight. Blank of mind, I succumbed to the old standard: “To our health and happiness. Cheers!”
Perhaps it was fitting, because “health and happiness” has become my standard New Year's resolution of late. I like how general and undemanding it is, as opposed to onerous things like, “lose ten pounds,” or, “write a novel.” The “health” part is simple enough for that’s something I do anyway. But “happiness” is becoming more elusive and fleeting in today’s impersonal, device ridden culture…where “Satisfaction” is more dependent upon “upgrades” and “smart-stuff” than relationships. Why?