Here it is, once again, that annual event that we all go through together whether we like it or not: the turning of the clock into the new year. I’ve always liked the feeling of ending the old, and starting anew with a fresh clean slate. Even though we carry our bag of emotions, concerns and worries with us into the new year, there is that magical moment when the clock strikes midnight when all things seem possible, albeit fleetingly.
I am spending New Years Eve home alone, and feeling very okay with it. Almost giddy! I guess I’ve reached a point in my life where reveling with mostly strangers at parties, and driving in the dead of night trying to avoid drunk drivers doesn’t have the appeal it once did. In fact, I was just thinking about all the New Year’s Eve parties that I’ve attended over the years that never quite lived up to the “expectation” of having a blissfully ecstatic time. Didn’t really matter if I was single, dating, married, engaged, or divorcing at the time… it all felt the same.
So I’ve learned to just approach New Year’s Eve from a neutral standpoint. Read a good book, listen to music, make Hoppin’ John and cornbread, watch the ball drop from the Space Needle, sip some champagne, watch the Marx Brothers movie marathon… and make NO resolutions! 🙂
“Youth is when you’re allowed to stay up on New Year’s Eve. Middle age is when you’re forced to.” ~Bill Vaughn