For reasons that I can’t possibly figure out, I tend to remember the unhappy episodes in my life more than the happy ones. This might be some form of loss aversion, or it might just be that I’m a little kooky. Either way, there it is.
Yet when I think about it, 2013 had a goodly number of happy times. Good meals and good drinks. A lengthy vacation to places I’ve never been. Car replacement. Some good colleagues to go with the stinkers. Et cetera. (Yes, that’s a euphemism.)
So here’s to remembering more of the good stuff in 2014.