Every New Year's eve when I was growing up, the family elders, particularly my grandmother, who we called Big Nana (and yes, there was a Little Nana too) insisted that we eat some creamed herring on New Year's eve so we'd have good luck in the upcoming year. I still remember the scrunched up faces some of the kids made as they squeezed down just one piece of herring. Herring is the kind of food which, if you don't like it, has a challenging texture and those were the days before sushi was popular.
I grew to like herring so this year I voluntarily ate a small bowl of creamed herring with onions on New Year's eve. It brought on nostalgic memories of what's happened over the last decade- and dreams about the future.
The last decade was good to me. I'm relying on God, hard work, and a bit of faith for the future. And the herring.