|The old 2000 flutes are just perfect for|
every bubbly occasion.
The idea that the stroke of midnight on this one particular day each year means so much more than that on any other day is simply fascinating.
Is it cheesy to believe that this day brings the opportunity to start over, to make amends, to dream big, to feel invincible? Sure. So are the commemorative, new millennium champagne flutes I insist on using on special occasions. So, some would argue, is starting a blog. On New Year's Day. Fair enough. But, here we are.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. And I'm not sure anyone will really care. What I do know is that today I'm excited, as I am on this day every year, for what is to come. This is the year my son will turn two. This is the year I'll build a new house with my husband. Beyond that, I haven't a clue. Whatever the future holds, I'd like it to be interesting, creative, important, and fun (or any combination thereof.)
In the past, I would write a long list of resolutions on New Year's Eve. I wouldn't read them again until the following year when I would highlight the things I'd accomplished, and carry over to the new list any that I hadn't yet, but still had a desire to do. This year, I wanted to try something new. And so I embark on this digital adventure. I suppose most people start a blog with a plan, a goal. At the moment, I have neither. My hope is that, as with everything in my life thus far, it'll be OK to figure it out as I go. So, here I go...
Today I made a 25th wedding anniversary gift for friends. Today I took an afternoon nap. Today I helped my husband clean up our son's barf out of the kitchen sink. Today I drank really good champagne. Today I started a blog. Tomorrow, I try again.