Happy Fucking New Year

I really dislike New Year’s Eve. With just under two hours before the clock tolls midnight here in California, allow me to tell you why.

When you think about it, it’s all just a farce. People will try and spin New Year’s as a chance for change, to allow the tide in so it can wash all the regretful decisions, hurtful actions, and nasty habits from your life, allowing you a soft, sandy smooth beach to start over with. But, in case you were unaware, the tide comes in every single day, and tomorrow is as much of a new day as today was yesterday.

We as humans put too much value in ceremony, and compartmentalizing it at that. Coming up is Martin Luther King Jr Day, where on one day we are supposed to remember and honor one of the most influential human beings of American civil rights. Founding of our country? One day in July that most people use as an excuse to wear stupid barbecue aprons. Veterans and war heroes? At least they get one day each, but choosing just one day, regardless of where it falls in the calendar year, in order to celebrate the idea of improving your life for the better is just ridiculous to me. I in no way mean to imply I am anywhere near my deathbed, but because of my various health issues I’m resigned to the fact I’ll be shuffled off earlier than most. One time a year to try an improve the quality of my life is laughably inefficient. I, and all of you, need to seize that feeling every night before bed, to tell ourselves that tomorrow is a new day for us to learn something, challenge ourselves, treat ourselves, be compassionate to our fellow humans. We need to wake up every morning and realize the promise that it holds, that past is past and we can do nothing except move forward. Now, I empathize quite a lot that it’s not easy to have that mindset every single day, especially now that I’m a coffee drinker and very much not a morning person to begin with. But too many save that feeling for milestones like this, like tonight, and waste it by getting shit-faced drunk in an attempt to squeeze a little more fun in before they instantly change for the better, only to spend the day off after nursing a mother of a hangover and admitting that they will never do 98% of the things they promised each other the night before in their elated, drunken stupor.

That’s not good enough.

I honestly believe that we are better than that. That we don’t need to confine our emotions, reverie, and honor to one thing a day or—to be more accurate—one day a thing, because we can always draw on remembrance and history and the idea of self-betterment anytime we need to, any time we have doubt about our respective places on this earth. So no, I am not out on the town taking this opportunity to be messy and give the last eight shitty months (and boy, were they shitty at times) one final finger before I sit down and fool myself into thinking next year will be different for any reason other than I want it to be different. That I will make it different. And I can do that every single day, just like the tide tidies up the sand, I can tidy up my life one day at a time, knowing full well that no matter what I do, sand castles will be built on my shore, dogs and children will tear through the surf, seaweed and dead fish will pile up and all in all, that’s what life is about. Taking the joys and challenges of each day for what they are, and letting it go with the receding ocean. Most people try to keep the ocean away, but their beaches will only dry up and fester and when they finally do let the water come, it’s either nowhere near enough to wash away the accumulated decay, or they drown because it’s been too long since they’ve had to swim.

Tomorrow’s date may be significantly different from today’s, but it’s still just another day, where anything is possible if we chose for it to be. And if things don’t go exactly how we’d like, there will always be another one just like it for us to try again.

2 comments

  1. While I agree that one day a year to “wipe the slate clean” or “resolve to do better” is not a valuable purpose to the last day of the year I have always looked at New Year’s Eve differently.

    For me New Year’s Eve is about taking a breath. Slowing down, looking around (usually at the world such as trees blowing in the wind, a clear sky etc)

    Each day I wake enjoying that bit of quiet, that time when I don’t have to rush just yet (I set my alarm a few minutes earlier than needed), and on New Year’s Eve I make sure to have plenty of quiet relaxed time. I do not allow anyone to rush or push me, and I breathe.

    Every year I need to be in the same general place to enjoy it, the place where I am relaxed and can absorb the quiet.

    The idea of “resolutions” and the like is nuts and in general everyone is getting away from that. But no matter how we start each year, or each day, the crazy world around you chips away at your good feelings and intentions, taking a deep breath whenever you can is very helpful.

    My friends and family are all about “So what are you doing for New Year’s Eve” and they’ve finally settled down to understand my words “Enjoying wine, snackies and quiet time”.

    Crowds, getting blotto, and cheering drunken people kill my chill.

    So, despite your outlook I must say…..Happy 2014…..enjoy the air.

    Katey.

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