I certainly don’t feel the panic and dread some experience when a new year looms ever so closely. What I accomplished in 2005 can’t be measured “with coffee spoons,” as T.S. Eliot once wrote.
Rather, I feel the most important accomplishments can only be discovered on the inside, thick in my head and my heart.
That’s where growth happens.
Not on a resume or career vitae.
Not in e-mails packed and shipped between friends.
What happens on the inside impacts everything.
What has happened does not equal what shall come.
More from Eliot:
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create;
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.