this doesn't feel like a beginning
New years is a crock. There, I said it.
Winter is a horrible time for a renewal. The world's still waiting for something better to come. Animals sleep through it, trees appear dead, the weather is at its cruelest. Now get out there, lose those extra pounds and reunite with your estranged mother!
Right.
I said to a friend the other day that spring always feels more like a new year. Nature knows that things are changing. Even those of us who aren't in touch with our rural side see the difference. Clothes get taken out of closets and given away, windows are opened, initiatives taken. These things, i said to him, feel more like a new year. "You should be Muslim," he told me. Maybe. But i'd go nuts from the fasting.
Even the end of summer feels more like a conclusion than the end of December. The colder weather coming on, closing the pool, putting away those unflattering shorts. Plus I think that, no matter how long I live, I will always divide my year into "school year" and "summer vacation". It seems engrained in me now.
But that's not how this works. The end of December is what we've got so it's what I'll deal with. Tonight I actually have some of the best plans I've had in years. Just going to firstfaerie's house in the country with some of the best people I know, eating and drinking and playing Taboo (and in my case, anihilating the competition in Taboo). No fighting bar stars for places in clubs, no elitist parties with $100 price tags, no attrocious vomiting from too much too soon. Just a snowfall, some good friends and the promise of something to look forward to on the horizon.
Happy New Year.
Winter is a horrible time for a renewal. The world's still waiting for something better to come. Animals sleep through it, trees appear dead, the weather is at its cruelest. Now get out there, lose those extra pounds and reunite with your estranged mother!
Right.
I said to a friend the other day that spring always feels more like a new year. Nature knows that things are changing. Even those of us who aren't in touch with our rural side see the difference. Clothes get taken out of closets and given away, windows are opened, initiatives taken. These things, i said to him, feel more like a new year. "You should be Muslim," he told me. Maybe. But i'd go nuts from the fasting.
Even the end of summer feels more like a conclusion than the end of December. The colder weather coming on, closing the pool, putting away those unflattering shorts. Plus I think that, no matter how long I live, I will always divide my year into "school year" and "summer vacation". It seems engrained in me now.
But that's not how this works. The end of December is what we've got so it's what I'll deal with. Tonight I actually have some of the best plans I've had in years. Just going to firstfaerie's house in the country with some of the best people I know, eating and drinking and playing Taboo (and in my case, anihilating the competition in Taboo). No fighting bar stars for places in clubs, no elitist parties with $100 price tags, no attrocious vomiting from too much too soon. Just a snowfall, some good friends and the promise of something to look forward to on the horizon.
Happy New Year.