My New Year’s Eve was as casual as they come – a day of bowl games, a movie with the boys, registering for a half marathon, playing Lego Harry Potter and enjoying a glass of wine near the night’s end. I wished a few loved ones on the east coast a Happy New Year over the phone and on Skype, but I was in bed before midnight central time.
Then I had my annual cry. Whether it’s a symbolic rinsing of emotions from my soul, or the colliding of regrets from the past into hopes for the future, I rarely celebrate New Year’s Eve without a little bout of tears. To steal a phrase from my Mamaw, perhaps I’m just turned that way. When it was finished, I picked up a book and read until my eyes were tired.
When my bed buddy nestled in for the night, I flipped off the light, made a few promises to myself in the darkness and left 2010 behind me.
Here’s to 2011 and all of the things I hope for: the selling of two houses, the publishing of a book with my name in it, the healthy arrival of a best friend’s baby, reuniting with family and friends (often), peace in tumultuous relationships, new opportunities I’ve not yet imagined, and all of the blessings God sees fit to give. May this year present itself kindly to all of us.