I don’t do much in the way of New Year’s resolutions, it’s never been my thing. I do, however, have a superstition that my New Year’s eve is a semi-prophetic vision of the year to come. For example, last New Year’s I was at a party that was less fun than I had expected, we were dealing with some medical issues (my husband sprained his ankle earlier that day) and when a drunk woman started talking shit about Dick Clark I told her to leave him alone because he has earned the right to do his countdown, even if he can’t speak as clearly as he used to. That last bit might sound trivial, but I am very anti-conflict so it was kind of a big deal for me to speak up instead of just letting it slide.
When I look back at 2011, I can honestly say it was less fun than I expected it to be, my family and friends dealt with a lot of medical issues, and I was generally a little more outspoken in my personal relationships.
It’s not an exact science, but as far back as I can remember, New Year’s eve has set the tone for the rest of the year. These days I try to pay attention, so I can get an idea of what’s to come. I don’t put a lot of pressure on myself to have the Best Night Ever, I’ve read my Greeks and I know what happens when you try to influence a prophesy, but it does influence my decisions a little. For one thing, I always wear comfortable clothes that make me look good because I don’t want to start the year feeling fat or worrying about things riding up places (I mean really, who wants to look back and say “Oh yeah, 2012. That was the year of the wedgie”?). I will also find myself thinking “Do I really want to do this? Is this really the tone I want to set for the year to come?”
Based on my New Year’s eve, I have high hopes for 2012. I went to a friend’s house for a small party that was more fun than I expected it to be. There were surprise guests that I was delighted to see. I made myself play Nintendo Just Dance in front of a room full of people, because even though I am horrible about following choreography and extremely self-conscious about it, it looked like fun and I didn’t want my nerves to stop me from dancing with my friends. And, last but not least, at 12:05 I was trading silly pictures with my fellow editors over the Internet. My hope is that this means 2012 will be full of pleasant surprises, not letting myself get in the way of the things I want to do, and you guys.
I’ll check back in a year or so and let you know how it goes. :)