Every Day Is New Year’s Day

By Jim Berlin

Every January 1st at 12 a.m. the world pretends something significant has occurred: fireworks go bang, horns toot, lovers and strangers kiss and a dozen blank pages on brand new calendars beckon with mystery and promise.

But the fact is, new years come and go with every tick of the clock. At any given moment on any given day, the Earth completes another orbit of the sun, arriving right back where it was 365 days before. We could call any day New Year’s Day.

From that perspective, a new year begins every second – some 31 million times a year – but only one of all those seconds gets any respect: the one that kisses December goodbye and January hello.

Calendars and the clocks that cross off their days are tools of our own creation, designed to put order in our lives and history in its place.

There are advantages to that, of course, but since the formal marking of time began – a relatively recent intrusion – every human has been required to “be of a certain age.” We are five years old, or 20, or 40, or 70.

Every time the last day of December rolls

around, we must tell the world and ourselves we are one year older.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I think we were all better off when we had no idea how old we really are.

From now on, for me at least, every day will be New Year’s Day.