Another Year

Another year has gone by--

Nearly a blur

Full of triumphs and failures,

Heartache and victory.

It's been a year of transition.

Change has been a constant;

As the year progressed,

Something I could count on--

Because everything else?

More changed than remained.

The Year of Question Marks,

I could call it--for that's 

Exactly what it was:

What? and Why? When?

Not a lot made much sense.

Here I am in late December,

Wondering if I accomplished much--

Did I contribute anything?

Did any of this year make sense?

Late December musings, I suppose.

Another year is days away,

Not sure if I'm ready or not;

But here it comes, as always,

Welcomed or not:  The Future.

Is it just The Future or My Future?

Whether or not I take ownership

Is completely up to ME.

It's coming, whatever I decide;

I must make a determination.

I suppose I'll make it mine.