Happy New Year, everyone! Dang, 2020! What a gut punch you were! I am SO over you. Sadly, I don't think you're quite over us though. The Virus rages on. The Election is a hot mess. I don't know about y'all but I need some serenity up in here right about now.
Yet, we soldier on.
How was your New Year's Eve? Do you celebrate? Wear sparkly clothes, don goofy novelty headwear, get overserved, and generally kick high? Or are you like me and sort of loathe New Year's Eve? BTW, is it New Year's Eve or New Years Eve without the apostrophe? I don't know - I always use the apostrophe. One thing I do know, though, is that the greeting isn't Happy New Years. It's Happy New Year. No S. No plural. No anything else. Happy. New. YEAR. That is all.
So this New Year's Eve I knew ahead of time that I would not be painting the town red or anything remotely close to it. And it's not even because of The Virus - it's because I don't do NYE. So I ordered myself up a big, fat live lobster from over at the seafood restaurant and made me a decadent dinner. Table for one, please. I had told Skipper, the restaurant owner, that I wanted about a 2 lb. lobster. I went to get it and he informed me that it was 2.7 lbs. Lord, it was practically the size of my car! Big ol' honker! It was delicious. I drank a tiny bit of bubbly and was in my pajamas by 9. I managed to stay awake until 11:30 or so. I didn't watch the Rockin' Eve show but instead watched a Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives marathon. I love that show. I missed seeing the Cyndi Lauper disaster in Times Square as well as Mayor DeBlasio cutting a rug with his bride in Times Square while nobody else could be in Times Square because of his lock down orders. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
So, New Year's resolutions, anyone? Groan. I don't know. I've never been good at keeping them. I made one last year that I really was committed to achieving.
But I didn't.
I blame The Virus.
So, I didn't technically make a resolution this year other than being inspired to make MAJOR changes to my life. I have to let go of the fear that paralyzes me and prevents me from living the kind of life that is meant for me. I'm really serious about it. I don't want to be the same ol' me anymore. I'm not 100% sure what it looks like, though. It may entail a move to a new town, a new job, or maybe a new side hustle. We shall see! Whatever it is, I can promise that it will bring me J-O-Y.
I mean, isn't that the whole point of it all? Yes. Yes, it is.
Mama Tries
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