"I’m not superstitious, but I am a little stitious…."
-Michael Scott
When it comes to superstition, New Years Eve/ Day is my
downfall. I happen to be a firm believer of the old saying that how you spend
New Years is a precursor to the rest of your year.
On New Years Eve 2010 I spent the night at home, with my ex,
watching The Breakup. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I would say that was
foreshadowing at its finest hour. On New Years Day, instead of dining on
black-eyed peas and cauliflower, I opted for a grilled cheese sandwich.
Needless to say, money and I are not on speaking terms either.
It’s not that I feel as though I need to have this amazingly
elaborate party on New Years Eve. I don’t believe that getting too drunk to
remember your night is a good idea either. That is why this year, as the clock
strikes midnight, I will be hitting Post. I will go to bed at a decent hour and wake up early to get my year started off right. I will spend New
Years Day doing normal everyday things that I would otherwise take for granted.
I will clean, grocery shop, cook black-eyed peas, and eat them until I vomit.
The rest of my day will be spent strategically planning my “re-invasion”
of New York City. After all, I only have 10 months left until my deadline.
My hope is that 2012 will be the finest 365 days I have ever
seen.
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