Have a ________ New Year
By Barbara L. Sherf
It’s ironic that as a wordsmith, I have been struggling for weeks to come up with a word that might replace the Happy in the slogan that seems to absentmindedly roll off the lips of friends, colleagues and well meaning strangers: “Happy New Year.”
Don’t get me wrong, I do wish all of you a “Happy New Year,” however we all know that the year will be filled with joys and sorrows. That’s life. Having been trained as a journalist, it’s become second nature for me to see both sides, and I feel fortunate that I fall into the category of ‘realist.’
So reality slapped me in the face early in 2016, despite a receptionists cheerful refrain of “Happy New Year” that came rolling off her sparkly pink glossy lips at the Madden Animal Hospital in Ambler on January 3rd.
Waiting for the new credit card cycle to roll around, my husband and I took our sweet golden retriever back to the Victorian home where Dr. Madden lives and works to secure a second set of x-rays in the hopes of determining whether a growth on Tucker’s lung had increased in size. As we were ushered into the exam room and sat silently waiting, I wondered if the bubbly woman behind the desk had any clue that we were not there for a regular check up. If she was clueless, then I would let the “Happy New Year” refrain go, but if she clued in, then I wanted to reach across the counter and place my hands around her neck if she came close to spewing that refrain to the next pet owner. Clearly I was on edge and so I turned my attention to working on this puzzle of a term: “Happy New Year.”
Following the x-rays and in his classic Irish brogue, this devoted vet who had treated our two previous golden rescues and watched as they passed over the Rainbow Bridge, Dr. Madden came in with one of those good news/bad news scenarios (another phrase I could do without),
“The bad news is it’s grown by 20 percent in six weeks. The good news is that it’s still encapsulated and very much operable,” he told us, patiently answering our questions and handing us the name and number of a surgeon, before sending us on our way with a off with feeble “Happy New Year.”
“There has got to be a better term,” I thought, rolling my eyes in amazement.
In retrospect, the search for the new word started on New Year’s Eve, with my first stop at the Chestnut Hill Quaker Meeting to view the Skyspace installation. The greeter, who knew of the year I had had, wished me a “Happy New Year. “ Following 2015 the triple whammy deaths of Uncle Norman, my Mother, and Aunt Lil, I would have been very happy with the refrain: Have a Mellow New Year; one that was not filled with highs and lows but just a ‘steady as she goes’ kind of year.
After musing about this while looking up at the indescribable light show change the colors of the sky, I proceeded to Erdenheim, where friends were having a “Happy New Year’s Eve” party complete with party hats, banners and horns.
When friends of these friends walked through the door to shouts of “Happy New Year,” I truly wanted to gag. Perhaps the word Happier New Year might have been more appropriate, or even Healthier New Year, as we all had whispered about the tales of woe that this couple had experienced.
Linda, in her early 60s, had been diagnosed in 2015 with colon cancer, and while on the operating room table, Linda’s mother passed away. While recovering from the fairly invasive surgery, Linda’s husband, Steve, got word that he had a tumor on his brain that needed to come out in January. Happy New Year? Really? As the alcohol set in and the shouts of “Happy New Year” freely flowed, I feigned a headache and left the party early, stopping at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Chestnut Hill to walk the labyrinth. While making my way around the circular maze, I stopped in the center to continue my deliberation on THE WORD issue. Perhaps in this holy place my muse would come deliver the proper word. She did not. Did I leave her back at the party?
Once safely home with our 90-pound dog on the couch, I picked up my 5-year-old laptop and started searching for a word to replace “Happy” on the thesaurus tool.
The computer was slow to startup and thoughts of getting a new MacBook Air for my Birthday in March vanished in a haze as the reality of a dog ultrasound and possible surgery set in; not that I’m complaining. Dog trumps new computer any day. Finally the ‘happy’ synonyms came up: content, lucky. Hmmm. Have a Contented New Year? Have a Lucky New Year? I think not. Going further down the list, I ticked them off aloud while Tucker’s big brown eyes stared back at me; pleased, glad, joyful, cheerful, blissful, exultant, ecstatic, delighted, cheery, jovial.
Nope. Nada. Zip. Not hitting the mark. I put the computer and thinking cap aside to watch the ball drop on TV. “Happy New Year!”
The following Monday, while meditating in the Resiliency Center in Flourtown, my mind (as it often does) wandered back to this puzzle. And then it hit me: Have a Resilient New Year.
Now granted, it doesn’t roll off the lips like the tried (but tired) and true “Happy New Year,” but my intention in all of this is to acknowledge that, for want of a better term, Compost Happens. And when we are thick in the middle of that pile of doo doo with terrorist attacks, the deadly combo of untreated mental illness and illegal guns, stocks plunging, health issues arising in pets and people, and Seasonal Affective Disorder setting in, wishing one “A Resilient New Year” seemed more appropriate. No?
The following Sunday, as I made my way to sit with Friends at the Chestnut Hill Quaker Meeting, I tried out my new slogan on a greeter “Have a Resilient New Year,” I said. This man looked at me quizzically for a moment, thought about it, and replied, “Okay, thanks. I guess we can all use resiliency in our lives.”
As various messages came through during the meeting regarding gratitude, I thought perhaps incorporating gratitude into my new New Year slogan might be nice as well. And as I was rolling that around in my mind, the message developer in me realized that instead of limiting myself to a three-word catchphrase, I could reach into the language of love using many words as I wanted and needed to properly express myself. There were no rules like the 140 character limit on Twitter, rules that drove me to become a ‘Twitter Quitter’ years ago.
So sit back, fasten your seat belts, and listen to the imaginary drum roll, please:
My wish for you is a New Year filled with gratitude, resiliency, prosperity, relatively good health, peace, joy, contentedness and love for yourself and each other.
Author of “Cowboy Mission: The Best Sermons are Lived…Not Preached,” Barbara Sherf lives and writes in Flourtown. Barb@CommunicationsPro.com. Please visit her Facebook page for updates on Tucker at http://www.facebook.com/BarbaraSherf.