New Year’s Eve has always been my favorite holiday. I like the idea of being on the edge of a new start, looking at a clean slate, about to go someplace I’ve never been where I haven’t had a chance yet to track mud across the clean, white floor. This year, I spent it with my beautiful sisters and our families and our friends. There was a lot of food, a lot of fun, and (in my case anyway) a lot of gin. I wore a sparkly skirt and a feathered hat and I had a lovely evening even though my heart was elsewhere…
(My heart is a wanderer and it goes pretty far afield sometimes. It’s not easy to control and doesn’t listen to what I say or take advice from my brain or my gut or any of the other parts of the human body that are known for being wise and practical. But not to worry. It may take a while, but it’ll make it’s way back to me. When it does, it’ll be bruised and a bit tattered maybe, but it’s an intrepid little thing and no matter what happens to it, its never afraid to go back out. The whole point of having a heart is to give it away.)
Anyway, whether it means going to bed at 8:30 or standing in Times Square waiting for a mirrored ball to drop, I hope you started the new year just the way you like. I hope 2013 makes you a little happier, a little wiser, a little more willing to be joyful and silly and free. I hope you’ll keep reading and talking and thinking. I hope you get what you want and it turns out (purely by coincidence) to be exactly what you need too. (I hope those things for myself too. )
Be well, my little chickadees. Be brave and beautiful and strong. Happy, happy New Year!