“Insert a witty, yet prophetically inspirational quote for the new year here,” ~ me
It's New Year’s Eve, I'm sitting on the couch, watching Dr. Who, drinking coffee and checking Facebook for entertainment - totally geeking it out ... with my daughter.
We have a bottle of sparkling cider and the only two wineglasses I own sitting on the coffee table, waiting for midnight to toast the New Year.
Honestly, we might only make it until 10 p.m. Don’t
judge us. And I used to have four wineglasses, but I couldn’t fit them in my
car when I made the trip back to North Carolina. It’s perfect.
I’m generally not a superstitious person
(astrology doesn’t really count), but they say you spend your new year how you
spend your New Year’s. If a quiet night with my girl keeps me from the
spontaneous onset of a mid-life crisis and trying to regain my youth through alcohol-induced
bad decisions in the New Year, then I’ll take it.
Looking back over the last year ... actually, I
try not to think too much about what’s already done unless it makes a great
story; but those stories are tired and I’m saving them for my scandalous,
tell-all memoirs that I’ve been writing for over two years.
I’ve got one chapter done. Progress!
And 2014 is just a few hours away –a new year of new
resolutions for new beginnings, right?
So, I don’t even do New Year’s resolutions. I
figure if it’s important, why wait? No good story EVER came out of
procrastinating or planning. Well, except for maybe my memoirs – and that’s an
effort in epic procrastination.
Like I said, if it were important, it would be
done.
And if truth be told, they are probably not
really even a little scandalous. And if I had to be even more truthful, I don’t
even drink.
So, I can absolutely say that 2014 will probably
be a continuation of 2013. And I don’t even have a single plan for 2014.
I’m going to wing it.
That’s pretty much been my life. No plan. But
things kind of worked themselves out – with not a single, predictable moment in
... well, at least 20 years. Next year probably won’t be any different, and
while there are definitely a few things I’d like to work on and to have happen,
there won’t be a plan.
I’ll just try to make sure the most important
things happen, like I did last year. And 2013 was a busy year.
I moved from Texas to North Carolina and wrote a
blubbering – yet dramatic - blog about that experience. Two, I think. Joined a
gym so that I could remind myself how much I dislike working out and wrote a
blog about that. Decided that I dislike how impersonal technology has made
social interaction and social networking has made everyone’s lives an open book
in an effort to feel seen. I blogged about that, too.
Turned 40 – BLOGGED IT.
Wow, I blogged a lot. Maybe if I focused a bit
more, I’d get at least another chapter going on that book I keep mentioning.
But that sounds like a plan and I’m not about that business.
What I am about is spending more time with my
daughter, maybe not being single forever, making a home, traveling, writing,
painting, seeing my family and friends, taking thousands of pictures, plugging
in less ... and deciding if my obsession with being fit is worth the exhaustion
that’s keeping me from having the energy to function in my time off. And I’m
sure I’ll blog incessantly about everything.
But as always, I’m not planning for anything other
than what happens on its own – except for the not plugging in part.
So, going into the New Year, there will be no status
update wishing everyone a happy one, and I won’t be sending or replying to text
messages because I will probably be asleep.
Here’s to 2014 –which will hopefully be as
unplanned and unpredictable as 2013.