As I contemplate and read entries pertaining to last New Year’s Eve and NYE’s of yonder years I’ve come to realize that I’ve had three central themes: Love (Lack Therof), Me (Woe Is Me), and My Weight (Hips, Thighs & Everything Not So Nice). Since my NYE’s of the past consist of a constant centralized theme I realized that my resolutions are merely momentary thoughts that evidently escape my mind quickly.
As a result of these faded and jaded NYE’s of yesteryears I’ve resolved to make no resolutions this year. I will not eat any black eyed peas nor will I wear red or green underwear, whichever it is. I will simply do “me.” I will thank God for allowing me to see another year and rest assured that what is meant for me will be.
The beginning of a New Year is not some magic potion. It doesn’t change situations, places or relationships. It’s a blessing to be able to see another year because there are some who didn’t make it. And because it is a blessing I will treat each day that I’m given as such. I will not set a goal that may be ridiculous and unattainable but I will live my life and try new things, meet new people and if I happen to attain some of the things I longed for during years prior then that makes it all the better. Here’s to 2012. I don’t know what to expect but I look forward to what comes my way.
See Ya’ll Next Year,
Madame Surge
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