Now for a personal heritage moment: the passing of the 2012 myth makes me feel surprisingly NOT old. I first heard word about it when I was 19 and I distinctly remember calculating that I would be 30 years old in December of 2012. I had such a strong feeling that 30 was incredibly old and thus 2012 was conceptual eons away. So far that it seemed like a convincing end of the world. I remember that period of my life as a time of hope and fear. Like I had to establish lines of thought and action to extend into a mysterious future that I was not really very good at thinking through. The future has always eluded me. It seemed so easy to ‘miss-step’ back then. Perhaps it was.
But things have ‘worked’, so to speak. I suppose they have to. In a way that is why I don’t write in this blog very much: I am in Anonymous Swiss Collector mode. Also, I don’t feel as old as I thought I would 11 years ago. It is 2012 and somehow 30 feels young and inexperienced. Maybe that is what one always feels? I think I would choose curiosity, even when laced with a bit of fear, to total confidence and stagnation. The world hasn’t ended, the cycle has just started again.
Happy 13th Baktun everyone…or 14th depending on who you ask.