Dear New Year,
You are a blank slate, a fresh start, and a new journey. Excitement and anticipation mark your arrival. We celebrate you with parties and champagne.
What a difference a few weeks--or a few days, for that matter--makes! The end of a year usually denotes a marathon of holiday festivities that turn into a whirlwind of traditions and obligations. No doubt we look forward to family gatherings and lots of delectable food, but once the wrapping paper is ripped, crumbled, and tossed on the floor, and home cooked dinners are but platefuls of leftover grease and crumbs, we are left with that inevitable let-down just after the celebrations end. The last few days of the last month of the year drag, and we can't wait for the year to be just over.
Fear not. The faint light at the end of the tunnel is named New Year, and she is full of promises. We welcome her with glittery necklaces, noisy party blowers, shiny paper hats, all sorts of Mardi-Gras-esque costumes and masks, fireworks, balloon drops, and colorful confetti. We watch the countdown on TV; we wish each other Happy New Year on social media; and we genuinely look forward to Peace, Love, and Happiness inside the squares and sheets of a brand new calendar.
I didn't do Bubbly on New Year's Eve. I watched the second hand tick into midnight with a glass of red and a small bowl of smoked almonds. At the end of the countdown, I stole my Celebratory New Year Smooch from across the bed, which was followed shortly thereafter by the pitter-patter sound of little feet
As superstition would have it, it is bad luck to clean the house on New Year's Day. So instead of my regularly scheduled cleaning, we went out for a relaxing day of brunch and shopping. I almost bought a pair of skinny jeans on New Year's Day, but good thing my Regular Day sense talked me out of it. New Year does not mean this Old Body can do New Fashion. I came home with a pair of good ol' all purpose boot cut black jeans.
New pants for the new year. Old style for my old rear.
On the second day of the new year, I cleaned the heck out of
I wanted a clean slate. I wanted to eradicate all traces of grime as if they were the bitter aftertaste of 2012's sorrows. I wanted to exorcise all past demons the way I expelled the contents of my vacuum cleaner. I wanted to bleach away the fungus that invaded the human spirit in the form of unspeakable crimes throughout the world. I wanted to start over. And it all begins with a blank canvas.
Just last week the hours were dragging. I looked at my messy home and could not bring myself to touch a Swiffer duster. This week, I actually felt good about being sore from cleaning my house. You see what a difference a few weeks or even a few days can make? Now all I need to do is bottle this New Energy for later this year.
Or next week. When I have to clean the other half of my house.
But I'll be ahead of the game in the cleaning department for Chinese New Year--yay!
In all seriousness, the new year gives me an exuberant feeling. It shouts freshness, vigor, and a new dawn. I have a good feeling about this year, since I'm partial to odd numbers (yes, you can think me odd for that), and I'm turning the Big-Four-Zero. Lots to look forward to. And lots to accomplish.
So, Dear New Year, because you come to us like a babe at birth in all its pure nakedness, it is up to us what we do with you. We can cherish you, nourish you, and treat you the way we would want the world to be for our children: full of life, love, and laughter. You are our blank canvas, and we hold the paintbrushes.
Happy New Year, friends!