It’s here. After all the anticipating. Reflecting. And reviewing. After all the planning. Promising. Goal-setting. Resolving. After all the partying. Crazy hats. Noise-making. Party favours. Popping corks. Dancing. Dining. Drinking. Kissing.
After the countdowns. Clock-watching. Drum rolls. Crowds. Couples. Tourists. Revellers. After all the singing. Cheering. Clapping. Shouting. Texting. And calling.
After all the champagne’s gone. The tabs settled. The whistles discarded. The aspirins taken. The make-up removed. The shoes kicked off. The clothes dropped on the floor. The beds turned down. And occupied. The pillows pounded. The lights off.
After the morning after. The hangovers. The headaches. The red eyes. The sore throats. The upset stomachs. The moans. The groans. The recriminations.
It’s here. 2013.
Seems almost anti-climactic, don’t you think? There’s always so much of a build-up to the New Year. So much anticipation. So much planning. What to do. Where to go. Who to invite. What to wear. The actual ‘event’ almost always pales in comparison. At least to me.
Nonetheless, Happy New Year! I hope 2013 brings peace, health, contentment, joy, tolerance and plenty of positive outcomes to us all.
Don’t know if you’re superstitious, or not. I am. Not obsessively. But I don’t walk under ladders. I always pick up pennies when I find them. I shudder at the thought of breaking a mirror. And I force myself not to panic when a black cat crosses my path. I love kitties, and they love me. They’re not going to bring me bad luck. Right????
Anyhoo. There is a superstition concerning moving into a new home. When you walk into your new house for the first time, your right foot MUST cross the threshold first. If you enter with your left foot first, it means you are bringing evil into the house.
Please don’t shoot the messenger, folks. I didn’t write it. I just looked it up.
I mention it, because this is how I have decided to ‘enter’ the New Year. With my right foot first.
No baggage. No pre-conceived fears, concerns or notions. No negative thoughts. No pessimism. My brain has been purged. Every scary headline I’ve ever read has been exorcised. Every dire prediction. Gone. Every naysayer. Gone. Every cynic. Gone. Every skeptic. Gone. Every ‘realist’. Gone.
This is a new day. A new year. A new beginning. My head is as uncluttered as a new born baby’s. I choose to believe. I choose to believe we’ll pull through. Be happy. Be okay. I refuse to bring bad karma into 2013. It’s back there, in 2012. In the past. Where it belongs. Where it can no longer do us any harm.
With the New Year, we get a clean slate. A chance to start from scratch. To start over. To chart a new course. To choose a different path. To right the wrongs. To be smarter. To make better decisions. And we can do it. I firmly believe we can. If we want to.
If we’re willing to let go of the ‘ahh-it-will-never-happen’ attitude, we wear like a cozy blanket. We’re so used to it now, it’s hard to imagine life without it. In its own, strange way, it’s comfortable. It means we don’t have to change. To make an effort. To do something. We can just sit there and wait for it all to come crashing down around us.
Not me, folks! This year, I am. I am going to get done the things that are most important to me. In my life. And in the lives of others. I can. And I will. Yes, indeed. And hopefully you will choose to, as well.
Because you can’t imagine how gorgeous the view is, when you decide to look at the bright side. So please, repeat after me. All together now: