There’s a lot of hype and anxiety surrounding New Year’s Eve. Television and radio advertisements bombard us with ideas on how we should look, what we should change, and how much money we should spend doing it. Expectations for what you should do to celebrate crash and burn when you realize, Oh, I’m an adult and all of my friends are scattered to the winds. For all of the build-up, there sure can be a lot of disappointment.
But there is a solace in a so-called ‘new beginning’. The fresh starts, taking care of yourself, living better, blah blah. Outside of the media babble there is a sort of calm, quiet understanding that time is passing. Another year finished, accomplished. A whole new year beginning. That’s kind of cool.
The beginning facing me is a whirlwind. A cross-country move. Graduating with a Master’s degree. Backpacking as much as possible in my beloved Sierras before the real world dumps itself on my doorstep. I’m terrified. I’m stoked. So it goes.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. For today, there’s gratitude for a comfy, warm holiday season and the grand portent of stuffed peppers for supper. There’s clear, cool air outside and a latte calling my name. There’s my favorite guy sitting at the dining room table type type typing away to get some chicken sensors up and running. And it’s pretty nice.
Cheers to a joyous and bountiful New Year.
holly and pine 