A few random thoughts...
New Year's resolutions are a total crock. You are only setting yourself up for failure. If you must have a resolution, make it easy like, "Next year I plan to drink some liquids and breathe regularly."
|Not. Gonna. Happen.|
Want to complain about something? Just look to BACK TO THE FUTURE, PART II. Marty went from 1985 to 2015. That's only four years away! Are we any closer to HoverBoards, power-lace Nikes and self-sizing jackets? Nope. I really want to go to the Cafe 80's for a Pepsi Perfect. Make it happen!
|Another fine example of how movies lied to me.|
I have never liked New Year's Eve. More often than not, I had nowhere to go and no one to go there with. It's almost as bad as Valentine's Day. At least on V-Day, you're not expected to drink yourself into a vomit-choking stupor. Just to eat enough candy to induce Type II Diabetes in a few hundred lab rats.
|His day will not end well.|
Living in New England, I will once again miss out on a wonderful tradition from my childhood; The Mummers Parade. I have many fond memories of sitting in front of the TV, watching the string bands and the fancy brigades strut down Broad Street in Philadelphia. They have nothing similar in Boston except the annual 'Let's Light the Midget in the Leprechaun Suit on Fire and Watch Him Roll On the Ground' Parade.
|No, it's not a Gay Pride parade, jerks!|
I have always been able to define my life by decade. I was a sheltered, withdrawn child in the 70's, an awkward, unsure teenager in the 80's, a young daydreamer blinded by false promises in the 90's. I 'grew up' in the 00's, moved from the shiny and attractive, yet ultimately hollow facades of Las Vegas, got married and started a family.
I have no earthly idea what changes, challenges and surprises this new decade will bring. As I said before, I am not an optimist by any definition of the word. For the sake of my daughter, however (who will be fourteen when 2021 rolls around), I will try to look ahead with my eyes wide open instead of behind a dim veil of cynicism.
I will try...