There is no way I’m going to jinx 2021 by calling 2020 the worst year EVER.
No need to tempt fate like many of us did when we kicked 2019 to the curb.
Depending how you look at it, 2020 outdid 2019 in that regard - and 2019 was full of tragedy in Dayton in particular.
Things did not magically get better when the clock struck midnight Friday.
We are still in the middle of a pandemic and people are still suffering physically, emotionally and financially.
Still, I personally was relieved when the New Year rolled in.
There it was: reborn hope.
What was perhaps the most challenging year of my life - for most of us - is in the history book.
Journalists, political hacks and scholars of all variety will spend years trying to dissect what it meant and, frankly, continues to mean.
But there is a reason a baby is the symbol of a new year.
As History.com has it, Baby New Years traces his roots back to ancient Greece. Way back then, an infant in a basket was paraded around to mark the annual rebirth of wine and fertility god Dionysus.
These days, the babe is often depicted in a diaper, top hat and, sometimes, a whimsical sash.
Like all Baby New Year’s, 2020′s started off adorable but quickly faded into Father Time. It is withered away into nothingness now; that is the way.
The vast majority of us are more than fine with that.
No one wants Father Time 2020 showing up during the holidays any more.
I welcome Baby New Year from the top of his ball head to the bottom of his cubby feet.
Changing of the guard means a fresh opportunity for, well, opportunity.
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