Blame New Year’s Eve

Fireworks in Hog Sty Bay

I am ready for 2011 to be over.  And it’s just November!  Life is about ebbs and flows, ups and downs, light and dark.  Some years are full of love and laughter and others gloom and tears.  2011 has been one of those valleys, deep and dank, and I’m ready to move on now thank you.

There is a tradition where I’m from that whatever the New Year finds you doing is where you will spend your year.  Devout Christians will, for this reason, spend midnight in church.  Socialites and revellers will spend it in parties.  Families will spend it around the television watching the ball drop in Times Square.  But everyone wants to spend it with the people they love.

The last New Year found me in bed a tearful mess, disappointed and scared.  Rather than force the issue into a positive and make a bad situation worse I had opted to stay at home and let midnight meet me at peace asleep.  I couldn’t sleep and when I did drift off my dreams were tainted by my reality.  Perhaps 2011 was doomed, stained by its first few minutes.

2010 had begun beautifully in Spain with someone special.  My hair was as long as my hopes for the future.  I danced salsa and ate grapes at midnight and rested in confidence that I was exactly where I needed to be.  Until December 31st.

This year must end differently.  It has to.  A repeat of 2011 with its pitfalls and struggles cannot be repeated.  It is so important to me that I have not turned my more-enlightened-than-thou nose in the air and am actually preparing months in advance for it.  I am planning from now for the best New Year’s Eve I have ever had and pray for joy for 2012 when the bell tolls.

How shall I do it?  I am opening the floor for suggestions.


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