It was New Year’s Eve when I first kissed the boy I was supposed to marry.
This will be my second New Year’s without him.
We didn’t make it to two years–we celebrated two New Year’s together, and now I have two alone. Last year I spent the evening with friends who knew and loved both of us, and it was wrong and yet right that I was with them.
This year I may well spend it completely alone. Me and a bottle of pink champagne, a bubble bath and more bad TV.
2008 was good to me. Very good, despite economic turmoil and occasional drama and one painful, wrenching moment (Kacie, I miss you).
I made a lot of new friends this year. I learned a lot, both in school and out. Most importantly, I feel as though I’m just inches away from the life I want, and I’m not giving up now.
I kissed some great boys this year, too. (Yeah, that’s right.) And nothing really fell apart afterward. That’s always a bonus. So I don’t really mind not having a New Year’s kiss.
Of course, 2008 will always be the year we elected Obama. I hope he will live up to at least some of our hopes, and be worthy of our work, our sweat, our support.
I read some great books and comics, saw some great movies, heard some great music. I’ll have more to say on that later, of course. I got tattooed, got paid decently for my writing for the first time, worked hard and played hard. I remembered how much fun it is to dance.
And though there were many people who were part of the year, who helped make it great, in the end I have myself to thank for it. I learned to trust myself again, and to trust myself more than I ever did. I questioned that trust over and over again, but I say goodbye to 2008 with it strong.
Maybe I should be more afraid of 2009 than I am. We live in scary times, after all. But right now, I’m looking forward to it.
alwaya better to look ahead with optimism in my opinion
hope 09 brings you all you are hoping for
happy new year
Well said. Happy New Year!