I hope 2016 is a glorious year for you. I’ve had mixed feelings over the years about New Years but I’ve come to appreciate it as a fresh start, clean slate, etc.
My mom died suddenly on New Years day, 1991. I was 14, half way through my freshman year of high school. It’s hard to believe it’s been 25 years. I stopped the “what if” game years ago. What I would be like had she lived. What my family would be like. Would any of us have left our hometown in Virginia had we still had a mother to whom we could return. Even as I seem to forget a bit more of her and my childhood with each year, I still miss her desperately. She is forever 50 years old to me, frozen in time.
That said, I’ve had wonderful New Years celebrations with my friends back in Virginia. Boozy nights, usually with board games and rehashing old jokes and old stories. We’re all married now and most of us with kids but we had some special times indeed.
There were lonely New Years, too. Stone cold single and unable to meet up with friends, one year I watched The Secret on a loop until I fell asleep crying.
New Year day in 2013, however, is a day I remember fondly. I won’t go into detail but it’s a special anniversary for my husband and me. I will forever be grateful to him and to our relationship for having a happier way to look back on the first day of the year.
I haven’t made any grand resolutions yet. I hope to get back to the gym consistently as I approach my second trimester, when one’s energy supposedly returns (God willing!). I’ll continue to declutter our apartment, which looks better by the day. I want to cook more, maybe take a knife skills class. I hope to navigate the waters of pregnancy – and all that it entails – with grace but I don’t know if I can promise anything there, as I’ve already had a few hormonal episodes of which I’m not terribly proud.
My husband and I are recording half hour sets at Gotham Comedy Club on Saturday, March 26th at 7:00pm. So there’s that to prepare for as well.
It could be a very big year for us indeed.