While I am a big fan of New Year’s as a holiday*, I have never looked forward to having a new year before. I’ve never found anything particularly magical (except for the fireworks) about the turning of the calendar. January 1st is just another day. I have the same baggage, the same relationships, the same talents, the same faults as the day before. I am not at all troubled by that. Good and bad things happen to individuals in every year. Good and bad things happen in the world in every year. Sometimes a year seems to be more weighted toward one end of the spectrum than the other, but it’s still just stuff to live through. I pick up, go on and keep things in perspective**. If I’m lucky, I’ll be a better person for the all of the experiences.

But. Well. I don’t know. This year I feel differently. I am a little ashamed to admit it and am slightly worried that I am setting myself up for something, but I am looking forward to a new year. I have always been fond of the number 7.

Everyone have a fantastic evening and I’ll see you tomorrow! Happy New Year!

*Fireworks AND mandatory greens?! It’s the perfect holiday!

**Except when I don’t. Sometimes I am just mad for a while.