It is completely my style to belatedly wish you a happy new year; but fortunately, the year is still brand-spanking new (and will continue to be until about April, when I finally stop writing 2012 on my checks).
It’s 2013, which seems crazy to me. We were expecting flying cars by now, right? Obviously, not everything turn out how one expects. For example, if things had gone according to the plans of my 10 year old self, 2013 would have found me married to an early 90s teen heartthrob who shall remain nameless and the mother to three kids. (I had a very active imagination and a love of lists.)
In all seriousness, I wish each and every one of you peace, adventure, and joy in 2013.