I've never really seen New Year's Eve as a holiday and I think resolutions are usually just a way to set yourself up to feel bad about yourself, so I don't get all that excited about the start of a new year. It's just a normal passage of time, right?
But other people love New Year's. It's all over the place: blog posts about resolutions, topics of conversation. Everyone has asked me, "What's your new year's resolution?"
Normally, I kind of roll my eyes at this, but this year for the first time, I think I get it.
It's a new year. New. A time to start over, a time to say I can be whatever I want to be.
It's hopeful.
And hopeful is always a good place to be in.
If you read my blog, then you know I talk a lot about how much I love my life. And that's true. But I'm also 26 and I get scared a lot. I'm never quite sure if this is where I'm supposed to be. I worry that I'm going to screw my life up. That somehow I'm going to make some decision that puts the rest of my life on a crap-spiral into nothing.
That's not hopeful.
In fact, that's kind of pitiful.
So, mid-twenties, I find the New Year's hype comforting. Because it's an excuse to believe that even if I don't quite have it together right now, this year I can get there. And if I don't, there's another year after that (well, if the Mayans are wrong).
And that's worth some fireworks.
Let's do this, 2012.
Song of the Day: The Girl by City and Color
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