So much hype about changing to a new calendar. I haven’t gone out to get properly drunk and
social in at least five years, maybe more.
The older I get, the less I seem to care.
My husband worked last night, as always; the only difference
is that this time, he didn’t bother coming home until 11:30 this morning, gave
no excuse for not coming home, and then went to bed. I am so hoping that those are his first steps
towards getting the fuck out of my house for good.
One of my teenagers went to a friend’s house, and the other
one brought her friends here. The
younger ones who stayed at my house made their best effort to be excited about
the “holiday”, but it was quite clear that none of them really cared. New Years Eve was just a convenient excuse to
binge on junk food and stay up into the wee hours of the morning.
I tried to care, if only for the benefit appearances, but I
don’t. Watching the clock strike
midnight last night simply meant that I could give up trying and go to
bed.
I won’t make any New Year’s resolutions, as I think they set
people up for failure, but I will aim to make 2015 a better, happier year than
2014. Shed some baggage, breathe a
little easier – that’s all I really want.
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