What’s your least favorite day of the year, I wonder. “My, that’s an odd question” you think. But wait, just play along with me. So you think “My favorite day, well, that’s easy – it’s Christmas, or it’s Thanksgiving, or it’s the Fourth of July,” or any other day with special significance to you. But least favorite? Who has a least favorite day, unless it’s April 15th.
Might I suggest that my least favorite day of the year is New Year’s Eve. When the song starts (you know the one, the song you sing after you kiss some stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve) I invariably start to tear up.
But wait, I can hear you already. “No, she’s wrong. It’s not a sad song, it’s about looking fondly back at the old year and looking forward with anticipation to the new year.” Maybe, but deep inside me something says it’s mostly about looking back with regret, and not really looking forward at all. And life is too short to regret time already spent. So let’s skip all that reminiscing and rehashing and usher in the new year, 2005, that hopefully, is kinder and gentler to us all.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave
with the intention of arriving safely
in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside,
thoroughly used up,
totally worn out,
and loudly proclaiming
“WOW, what a ride!”-----anonymous
Happy New Year!
