I’m one who tends to believe in omens, signs of what’s to come. Granted, many omens tend to be perceived as hints of bad stuff awaiting, at least for those who see the glass half empty. For the glass half full kind of people, their interpretation may come from a more positive perspective.
I’m generally a glass half full kind of gal. If something bad happens, I don’t automatically jump to the conclusion my day or the entire week is shot to hell. But when New Year’s Day began, it had me questioning the fullness of my glass.
That morning I rushed around before meeting friends for Pam’s birthday hike, followed by lunch. Then little things started happening. Now don’t get me wrong; I have a nice life with little to complain about. But since I’ll jump at any opportunity to have blog material, today you’re reading about my questionable start to the new year.
I must confess I’m starting off the new year being a bit of a hypocrite and some, I might add, would say a conformist. That’s because as much as I prefer to avoid making New Year’s resolutions, mainly because I rarely keep them, I’ve gone and done that exact thing.
Yes, my friends, I’m going along with millions of others who resolved on Friday morning — New Year’s Day — to make a change or two…like the only time we can do such a thing is January 1st! Now don’t get me wrong; I have nothing against setting goals and working toward them but I ask you, do you know anyone who kept their New Year’s resolution beyond January?
So it’s bye-bye time to 2017. As for me, I’ll be saying it from my family room sofa, warm from a blazing fire. Maybe I’ll watch a movie or read a book while being amused as 4 of my pets jockey for position on my lap. One of those will include my enormous greyhound, so this should be interesting.
I guess you could say I’m not a New Year’s Eve kinda gal. Now don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I don’t like a good celebration. I’m all about gatherings, enjoying each other’s company and all that. But that’s not how I view New Year’s Eve because it’s the time people often over-imbibe and do stupid things. Not that I haven’t had my moments with stupidity…but that’s for another blog.Being on the road after the clock strikes midnight is like playing Russian roulette. It’s a rare bird cruising along at 65 mph who hasn’t had one too many vodka martini’s (with 2 olives on the side, please). Oh wait, that’s me. My drink, I mean…I don’t do the cruising afterward though and therein lies the difference. Continue reading →