New Year's Eve always makes me feel a little sad. It reminds me that I'm another year older and time is marching on. Another year down the tubes and another 3 months of winter and shitty weather to look forward to. I've got to say that I am not sorry to see 2005 go. With all of the natural disasters, the war in Iraq, the stinking economy, etc., it hasn't been a great year. I don't know about the rest of you (the whole 1 or two of you that read this), but I am ready for a change.
This New Year's "celebration" was exceptionally sad because it was Dick Clark's last. He was one of those people who seemed ageless, and since his stroke time seems to have caught up with him. He was difficult to understand at times, and it was hard for me to watch, not so much because I felt sorry for him, because he's not the first person to experience a stroke and certainly won't be the last. It also seems as though he's had a pretty good gig all these years. No, I guess it just reminded me of my own mortality and the fact that none of us are invincible. It also marked the end of an era. Dick said he'd been doing this for 34 years, which means I've never experienced a New Year's Eve without Dick Clark.
So, Happy New Year all. Goodbye 2005. Farewell Dick Clark! Welcome 2006. Here's hoping for a good year for everyone.
Erika
We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. ~Joseph Campbell
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