New Year

Jan 2, 2010 Uncategorized
Posted by michael

New Years Eve is always such a dramatic night. The ritualized excuse to get loose and forget. A chance to begin again every three-hundred and sixty-fifth day. Personally, it signifies the end of holiday, which hinders on the verge of duty or performance depending on how you view the glass.

On the greener side, the first days of the calender year  are usually cheery yet reserved, immured moments of preparation. Within these belly gazing days, if I may speak in generalizations, there are customs: mapping out the course of the year, generic resolutions (gain x number of lbs, quit smoking using the smokeless nicotine stick your friend presented you for christmas), check finances, consider marital status, STD tests, et cetera and the essentials. These preparatory goals and customs seem irrelevant after a couple months, after the buzz of holiday has worn off and routine is a routine as the same old routine and habits aren’t formed as easily as bad-habits accumulate, and that numbered post-it note on the fridge or tackboard  has some how disappeared…  That must be apart of the ritual too. To fail. Days in successions offering the opportunity to succeed or fail. Minor, incidental mishaps. Great moments of valure in happenstance or the mundane.  Each second is one of the eighty-six thousand four hundred out of thirty-one million five hundred and fifty-six thousand nine hundred and twenty-six seconds until the counter resets.  It is difficult to spend each one wisely, particularly since a cheers is usually what proceeds the initial yell and celebration of time.