In all honesty, while there were some good things that came with 2006, I was glad to see the year end. Pessimistically, I joined three friends and about 300 strangers to ring in 2007 on New Year's Eve. A better year... I could only hope.
I am not a big fan of resolutions. They are, by and large, a list of MORE or LESS:
I am going to do MORE to help the community.
I will donate MORE money to charity.
I will spend MORE time with my family.
I will weigh LESS this year.
I will complain LESS.
I will drink LESS alcohol.
More or less...
However, I can appreciate the need to enter a new year with optimism and to see it as a point at which one can start fresh. For many it is a new beginning. But for me, being who I am and having experienced what I have experienced, it seems like merely a continuation of what's been going on for the last 30 years.
But I gave it the old college try. I went out. We had dinner. We drank. We danced. We drank. We met some very nice people. And we drank. And by the end of the night, I felt really good about 2007.
When the clock struck 12 and every couple in the place locked lips for the proverbial New Year's kiss, I hugged strangers and friends and I downed a glass of champagne. And it seemed that the optimism of those around me was contagious.
"This is going to be a good year," I thought.
On New Year's Day, I slept in and slept off the night before and I awoke to realize that stepping outside of my little box of "BOO HOO", and making the best of the night was the right way to start the New Year. Maybe a new start will mean a different ending. And maybe this really will be a good year.