Dec
31
2002
They have dropped the ball in NYC, so I suppose the new year has begun. It is not yet quite midnight here, but that does not matter. They have dropped the ball in NYC, and Dick Clark has pronounced the birth of 2003, so it must be here.
Here’s hoping a new year brings new and marvelous things for all of us. This past year, I shed more tears than I think I had in my entire life previous. I learned a lot of things about myself and about others. There were some rough times, and there were some good times.
So here’s to another year, and here’s to you, and here’s to me. It can only get better.
Dec
31
2002
I have never understood the fuss many people make over New Years. It really is nothing more than the day we begin repeating the months. There are 12 months and we have now used them all, so we shall start over with the first one. We are, after all, intelligent beings, and we must put a name to everything. Even our days.
Will you feel any different when you wake up tomorrow morning than you did this morning? Will your circumstances have changed? Will you be richer? Poorer? Smarter? Better looking? (Will the person in your bed with you look as good as he/she did last night at the bar?)
If there were a Scrooge for New Years, I would be him. This is one holiday I have never understood.
Many people use it as an excuse to go out and get snockered off their asses. If you are one of those, remember to call a cab or have a designated driver. Be safe, and live another year.
May your resolutions make it past the first week. Happy New Year.
