Ah, the New Year – my absolute favorite holiday.
It’s such a cleansing time of the year. A time of new beginnings, fresh starts, and hopes for the future.
New Years Eve was always a happy time for me. From the time I was small, my parents would throw a big New Years bash every year. We’d get together with friends, and family, enjoy tasty treats, watch fireworks, and as kids, run around all night long.
I’ll never forget New Years Eve of 99 (leading up to 2000). It was the year of Y2K. I was only 10, so I don’t quite know what all the hype was about, but I knew it wasn’t supposed to be good.
That night, as we were counting down to the new year… 5…4…3…2… suddenly, all the lights went dark, and instead of the call of loud and joyous “Happy New Years” the room was filled with startled gasps. Everything went dark, except, as I happened to notice, the street lamp across the road.
As a practical joke, my dad decided to cut all the power off for the whole house right as midnight had hit. In the moment it was somewhat frightening, but it was a really great joke, considering the hype of Y2K. He got us all pretty good.
After my sisters and I had all started college, my parents decided to stop having parties. Money was tight, due to the economy crash, and things were busy. But that never stopped me from happily ringing in the new year. During those no party years, I spent New Years Eve with friends, going to parties, celebrating down town, having small parties of our own, and loving every minute of it just as I always had. And 2 years ago, my husband captured the spirit of new beginnings, (something he new I would love), by proposing to me in the wee hours of the New Year.
I look forward to the coming of each new year as a chance to grow, and chance to try new things, a chance to take risks, and make changes. A chance to take on life with zest and excitement for the future. Because that’s what New Year’s means to me.
Wishing you all a very blessed and happy New Year. Bring on 2017!