No one likes to feel like a failure. To admit their struggles and weaknesses. Perhaps we're afraid of judgment or alienation. So to compensate we cover-up the blemishes and polish the harsh details for the highlight reel of our best moments. But in so doing deprive ourselves and others the chance to learn and grow from what we all experience — imperfection.
Forty one new years have come and gone (granted, there were a good dozen or more that I either wasn't aware of or didn't care) and as I get older it's impossible not to reminiscence about what accumulated in the year that's past. But there's no sense in just listing the things that have transpired in a year without taking full account of why they were and are important. If you can't determine what you've learned, whether good and bad, then you're missing the chance to improve your life — and believe me, there isn't much life to go around.
Let's call this the end of the year rant against my life and humanity and everything that I've pent up for 365 days (which isn't to say it's all about the bad, there certainly was more than enough awesome things in life this year). These are the things that have happened in our lives in 2012.
It's nearly impossible to not take a position in the aftermath of the horrible tragedy in the killing of 20 children and 6 adults in Newtown, MA. As we lament and mourn and inevitably worry if the same thing could befall our own children, we rationally and irrationally look for blame.
A painting takes layers of color to become a work of art. It starts with a raw, stretched canvas, applications of white gesso, then you begin to build your vision with tints and hues, brushstrokes of light and dark until eventually you have a picture. An image. A creation. Our view of ourselves and the world we occupy are created in much the same way, layers of experiences, teaching and learning that accumulate into a belief.