By the time I finish writing this blog it may very well be 2009. People are partying and I’m blogging. That’s cause of my mom. It really means a lot to her that I’m with her when the clock turns over to midnight. Then I’d be free to go if I wanted, but by then I’m just tired and want to relax at home.
I’ve never been so unexcited about a new year. I just don’t feel it. To me it’s just another month as I trek along and try to accomplish the goals I’ve set out for myself. A new year? Irrelevant…
Scratch that, The ball in New York just dropped and I have to admit I do feel something. I feel sad, disappointed, as if that giant ball just marked another year of my failures. My daughter is celebrating, my mother is trying to “cleanse” us, and my Tarot cards earlier showed a roller coaster ride coming my way with extreme highs and extreme lows.
Wish me luck.
Happy New Year.