Survive a New Year

by on Jan.02, 2014, under Miscellanea

Warning: This is a personal feelings post. I am about to get all existential up in here. No recipe or reviews today. If you are looking for those, feel free to skip this one.

So I just saw a little bit of wisdom on one of these ‘things I learned in the last year’ lists that overflow social network feeds at the beginning of every new year. It said, “Write like no one is reading” and my first thought was, “easy! I’m pretty sure no one reads my blog anyway.” So here I am, writing with the expectation that no one will really read my blather. If you can’t tell, I am feeling even more cynical then usual lately. Life is good in general, but there are always a few things in the mix that nettle me. I am not one of those perpetually cheerful people. I would say I am pretty average in that, I have at least as many ‘bad’ days as ‘good’ days. New Year’s Eve 2013 was one of the bad days.

To preface I just want to just say, I’ve never really gotten the big deal about New Year’s Eve/New Years Day. Yes, its nice to have a random day off work and a reason to hang out with friends/family, but as for as it being of any particular cosmic significance, I don’t see that there is much of note. It’s another day, just like all the ones before it and all those after. The Universe doesn’t care how we humans divide up the orbit of one planet around it’s star. Not even all humans can agree on how to divide it (i.g. Chinese New Year).  I’ve always thought of time like a river. It is a continuous flows regardless of any container our minds put increments of it in. The change from one year to another is rather arbitrary to me. Some like to use it as a chance to start over, wipe the slate clean, and/or mark the beginning of something new but I don’t see why those things can’t be done any other day. Every day is a new day that can be the start of new things.

Now for the more personal reflections about this most recent New Year’s Eve/Day. Not going to air any specific dirty laundry here, but I was just in a general bad mood after having worked most of the day on New Years Eve. At work I had to cover a position that I loathe, in addition, that morning I had gotten some distressing news about our mortgage, and while my husband (aka The Man) was off work and suggested going out for dinner, he offered no concrete plan of where exactly he wanted to go (I very much like to always have a plan). Also, this was the first New Years Eve I can remember where not a single friend reached out to invite us to a gathering of some sort. After coming home in a rather dark mood, The Man poked the bear one too many times and we had a nice explosive fight just before we were supposed to leave for dinner. We finally did get out the door, only to sit in general silence while eating an overpriced mediocre meal at a packed chain restaurant. We were home by 8:30 and The Man was in bed by 9, since he had to be up for work the next day before dawn. I rung in the new year alone, in bed, reading a book, and still generally pissed off with the world. Woohoo.

Don’t fret though, apologies where exchanged and feeling mended the next day between me and The Man. I keep thinking however, about the pressure (real or perceived) the usually exchanged expression of ‘Happy New Year’ puts on one. What if things are going on in one’s life that just do not make for a particularly happy new year? One of my close friends had just lost her mother to complication from Alzheimer’s 5 days prior, and while I know she would be trying, it was probably difficult for her to be really feeling ‘happy’ for the new year. I was unusually quite on my social networks, not really posting much about the New Year or my feelings, sentimental, hopeful or otherwise. A friend of mine posted the below comic and I think it is a perfect summation on the subject.


So I said all of that to really say, to all my friends and family, Survive a New Year! Happy or sad, good day or bad, I will still love you just the same.

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