New Years

The last ten seconds of a year are dizzying. It’s like those moments leading up to a jump from the five meter diving board. You’re standing on the edge but you can clearly see what’s ahead of you. After all, once the New Year strikes the only thing that’s going to be really different is that you have to write down the right number when you sign checks and sign forms.

(Unless the experts are talking about another Y2K disaster, then you might be a little fucking terrified when the clock chimes midnight.

Chances are though you don’t live in Australia and as long as Australia survives the New Year you will too.)
I have to admit, I love New Year’s Eve. As a holiday it beats out its over-commercialized, semi-religious big brother that’s less than a week before it. I think there’s something deeply romantic about the last day of a year and the first day of another. Inevitably I end up thinking about where I was a year ago and what I was doing then. More shit goes down in a year than you realize until you’re standing on the 31st of December thinking:
“Oh yeah, this time last year I still had to make out with guy A, date guy B, date guy C, fail that test, have that argument with my mother, have a massive fight with that friend, celebrate that mile stone in life… and shit… I’m only at June.”
And sure, whatever happened may leave you broken and bruised and a little angry sometimes. But a lot of the time what has happened makes for one hell of a good story six months down the road.

(Shove those words back into my face when I’m getting upset over nothing sometime in February. )

And then there are the resolutions! So much hope. As far as I’m concerned I’ll be looking like Claudia Schiffer, solving fundamental problems in physics better than Einstein and parliament hill will be cowering in fear when they hear my name.
I actually don’t believe that “improvement” resolutions work all too well. Sure, you may want to go to the gym more, you may want to lose those extra pounds and you may want to be more organized (whatever that vague resolutions means). But there’s a thought that’s there that’s important: the thought that you have to continue changing and growing: that this time next year you don’t want to be in the same place as the same person.

As long as you keep moving you’ll be okay.
As long as you keep moving you’ll be okay.