New Year's Eve

Ah, the New Year is quickly approaching. The evening will be spent with family as we watch the ball drop. Oftentimes that doesn't even happen, as I fall asleep before it happens or we're watching a movie and miss it. New Year's celebrations strike me weird. Ever since the year I broke my leg it's just always been that way. I don't know why. I get introspective and oftentimes emotional. I would just hate to go out and "party". It wouldn't feel right. Most people think "good riddance" to the past year. But I think "man, that's another year pass....I don't know if I want it going this fast." And not that I think my life is horrible by any means but I think "we need to give this year one more chance at making things brighter for the world." I know I shouldn't do that because there have been wonderful things that happen in every year of my life. I should definitely focus on those. But then my mind thinks "I don't want to see the year go, it's been so wonderful." So no matter what way I look at it, it's a catch 22 and I would just like time to stand still. And people always think the new year is going to be bigger and better. They make their resolutions, which are never kept. I never have made a yearly resolution. I believe in daily resolutions and many at that. And they aren't things like "lose weight" But just "try to be a better person and more understanding". I think people make yearly resolutions and by the first week they mess up and say "oh well....there's always next year." By making daily resolutions you're constantly looking at yourself trying to be a better person. Of course this can backfire as well. Because then you're constantly looking at yourself, judging yourself. It is nice to have that happy medium, which is often hard to find. Well, anyway you look at your New Year's Even plans or your New Year, I hope it finds you well.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne,

We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes, And pu’d the gowans fine,

But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t in the burn Frae morning sun till dine,

But seas between us braid hae roared Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie’s a hand o’ thine,

And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught For auld lang syne!

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup, And surely I’ll be mine!

And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet For auld lang syne!