I'm not really one for the new beginnings of a new year. Ever since I can remember I have never been a big "New Year's Eve" fan. In fact... I have more poor NYE memories than good (you will notice a running theme here... these stories are always with a boyfriend):
- being young, unlicensed, kicked out of a house party thanks to my then crazy boyf... in the FREEZING cold. Waiting for a bus (did not come). Nearly getting frostbite on every extremity of my body.
- another ex-boyf decided to hook up with one of my arch rivals and let it be known on Millenium NYE - with me standing right there - Gold!
- sitting around wondering if yet another ex-boyf of many years would ever make plans for us. Feeling neglected, forgotten about. No plans were made unless I made them. Now... this may be a little passive, however I am a bit of a traditionalist and I will admit that I do sometimes hope to be treated, spoiled, remembered, on a marked night such as New Years Eve.
As I sit here and reflect, I remember several quiet new year eve's with close friends and family where there was no big she-bang. No big parties. Just a few games, drinks, watching the countdowns across the country on TV. Those are the ones that stick out the most. No stupid expectations with having to kiss someone at the turn of the clock - especially the times where there was no special someone ~ and I'm not the kind of girl that will just grab some random and make out with them just cause. (Maybe I should try that?) No expectations on getting dressed up, spending oodles of money to go out and only be stuck in traffic, slammed back to back at a club where drink costs are inflated by about 100%.
Want to know what I did this New Years? I had a Lex night. I had just flown in from Dominican Republic in the early evening. My exhaustion meter was tapped out so I stayed in, had a drink, did some laundry (freaked out about bedbugs, yo!), watched the countdown on TV. Had a quick and quiet smoke on my deck as the snow was lightly falling. The air was crisp and still. I watched and listened to the neighbors in the nearby buildings cheer and holler with their sparklers and noise horns which brought a grin to this face.
Lame? Maybe.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Someone once said to me - every day is a new day. Why wait for a new calendar year to start a new beginning? Some days the "every day is a new day" quote sticks with me ... other days it does not. As New Years Eve approaches I always try to remember that. And on many (not nearly enough) mornings as I wake up, I do try to remind myself that today is a new day.
For me, the new year started in August of 2010. That was my new beginning. Since then I have had several ups and several downs. It's been the start of New Lex. Lex2point0.
I am excited, scared, freaked the fuck out about what is to come in this new year for me.
One thing is for sure... every day is a new day.
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