Out with the Old, In With The New.
"To the universe, New Year's Eve is like any other night: magic."
~ LMW
Is any other holiday so fraught with expectation than New Year's Eve? When I think back to all the horrible parties with strangers or worse, blind dates, I shudder. In my teens and twenties, I wanted to be scooped up into the arms of a soul mate at the stroke of midnight and kissed. What I really wanted was to be loved and validated for simply being me. Time marched forward. Relationships came and went. Year after year. Fancy black tie parties, simple bistro dinners, big cities, quiet country firesides, hot tropical beaches. Every year was different, and yet ultimately disappointing.
Eventually, I came to terms with the dread of another New year's Eve. I found the best solution is to use it as a tool for personal growth. I meditate, reflect on the past year, focus on goal setting, create a vision map(a collage with words and images), clean my desk and other clutter, smudge and air out every room and ringTibetan bells throughout to clear the energy. Out with the old, in with the new. I'm no monk, so there is always good food and of course champagne. A few minutes past midnight, I'm in bed and happy as a clam.
I was going to write about why New Year's resolutions don't work, but tomorrow is another day. Happy New Year! I'm bursting with gratitude for the many readers of this little blog. We've more than doubled our readership in a few short months and I thank you! Keep spreading the word...
This was the result of a 5 minute photo shoot yesterday. I had visions of placing the champagne in my pond surrounded by snow but the weather didn't cooperate. The snow didn't arrive until five minutes ago. Isn't that just like life? In many ways,2008 was annus horribilus but will we say that about 2009, next year? I think I'll savor what I have, right now.
~ LMW
Is any other holiday so fraught with expectation than New Year's Eve? When I think back to all the horrible parties with strangers or worse, blind dates, I shudder. In my teens and twenties, I wanted to be scooped up into the arms of a soul mate at the stroke of midnight and kissed. What I really wanted was to be loved and validated for simply being me. Time marched forward. Relationships came and went. Year after year. Fancy black tie parties, simple bistro dinners, big cities, quiet country firesides, hot tropical beaches. Every year was different, and yet ultimately disappointing.
Eventually, I came to terms with the dread of another New year's Eve. I found the best solution is to use it as a tool for personal growth. I meditate, reflect on the past year, focus on goal setting, create a vision map(a collage with words and images), clean my desk and other clutter, smudge and air out every room and ringTibetan bells throughout to clear the energy. Out with the old, in with the new. I'm no monk, so there is always good food and of course champagne. A few minutes past midnight, I'm in bed and happy as a clam.
I was going to write about why New Year's resolutions don't work, but tomorrow is another day. Happy New Year! I'm bursting with gratitude for the many readers of this little blog. We've more than doubled our readership in a few short months and I thank you! Keep spreading the word...
This was the result of a 5 minute photo shoot yesterday. I had visions of placing the champagne in my pond surrounded by snow but the weather didn't cooperate. The snow didn't arrive until five minutes ago. Isn't that just like life? In many ways,2008 was annus horribilus but will we say that about 2009, next year? I think I'll savor what I have, right now.
I love your photo essay.
I have never done much on New Year's Eve.
I really never went out, in Boston, the drunks are just too bad.
I nearly always stayed in as a kid, playing Monopoly, drinking, singing and such with parents, then same with my boyfriends.
With my husband, our Christmas is like 3 days - Eve, Morning at home, then afternoon at In-laws, then I do a dinner the next night,
And we always have his family over on New Year;s Day, so I am pretty tired by this time.
I always just want to get it over, watch Dick and now Ryan, have a glass of bubbly, then off to bed.
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