For as much I love Christmas and all the build up of festivities to the big day, I am completely indifferent to New Year’s Eve.
Always have been.
When I was much younger, I might have made plans that involved pre-booking extortionately priced tickets just to gain entry to my local pub.
I’d arrive in a taxi that was charging triple fare and would sip drinks that were heavily watered down, after having fought my way 5-deep to the bar.
The whole evening would cost about a month’s salary so there is no surprise that the pressure to have the BEST.NIGHT.OF.YOUR.LIFE. was immense. And, not for me.
I really do not like big crowds; I do not like being pushed or shoved and I do not like queuing for more than 45-seconds to use the ladies. This is the same reason that I do not like to attend concerts or shudder, festivals…
So, for many years now I have shunned the traditional Big Night Out and firework displays in favour of a night alone in front of the box, watching Jools Holland with a big glass of red and a take-away.
When I met the Greek God(zilla), I was nervous about our first New Year’s Eve together. I did not want him to think I was a total party pooper, but the thought of having to get excited about where we would go out that evening made me want to stick my fingers down my throat and feign a 24-hour tummy bug.
It was his friend who broke the ‘bad’ news to me first.
He thought that I would be disappointed.
But as it turns out, I was absolutely delighted to learn that the Greek God(zilla) hated New Year’s Eve as much as I do and all he likes to do is stay home with a take away, a bottle of red and watch Jools Holland too. Score!
So, that has become our new tradition on New Year’s Eve now. I think I have only managed to stay awake until midnight on one occasion.
Most often, we celebrate with a big lunch and a long walk on New Year’s Day instead.
Although, as one year ends and another begins, it naturally brings about a time of reflection.
It has been a rather odd year. There have been significant high moments but sadly, lots of low times too.
I try to remain positive, hopeful.
That is my coping mechanism.
Sometimes, it is easier said than done.
But as I look back on 2012, and the many challenges it has thrown our way, of this much I am sure:
Do not take anything for granted
Not life, death or love. Not health, wealth or happiness. Not people, relationships or friends. Everything can change in a heartbeat and you just never know when or where or what or to who.
Some people will just never get you
And this is ok.
Of course it would be lovely if everyone liked you, understood where you were coming from and had your back.
But, this will never be the way. Don’t waste your energy trying to change someone’s opinion of you.
You are not a bad person. It does not matter. Let it go.
There are some people you will just never get
This is ok too. It would be boring if we all thought and felt the same way about everything. So long as they are not hurting anyone, just let them continue about their business and walk on by.
I am not interested in being judged
Life is hard enough as it is. I am doing the best I can.
We all do things differently – my way does not make your way wrong and vice versa.
Blogging is not all I first thought it was
Don’t get me wrong, I love writing Grenglish. I really really do.
But, the deeper I immerse myself into the blogging community, the more disillusioned about it I become.
Maybe I am starting to feel about it now the same way I do about New Year’s Eve - bit crowded, bit too much pushing & shoving to get to the front, bit too much pressure to be ‘seen’ and the general feeling that the in-crowd are all off hanging out together at a much cooler party elsewhere
It’s ok though. As I said before, I am much more comfortable in smaller groups doing my own thing and will keep on plodding away on my little blog for as long as you all keep on wanting to read it.
Parenting is a privilege but can be hard work sometimes
Oh boy, can it be.
Resist the urge to let yourself feel smug or superior for even a milisecond as it will come back to bite you on the arse tenfold
Manage to potty train in 3-days? Resist telling everyone how brilliant you are and how amazingly advanced your child genius must obviously be… as sods law, 2 days later he will poop his pants in the middle of a pub, which in your haste to remove will smear all over his clothes on the day you did not bring a spare change. Not feeling so smug now are we… (in my defense, I was unprepared for the exploding variety, had it been a regular movement I would have been, like, totally prepared, natch)
You get back what you put in
Sadly, not in terms of finances is my personal experience, but definitely in terms of most other things.
A smile goes a long way
Be nice. Frowning gives you wrinkles.
Wishing all my lovely readers a very Merry New Year and much love, luck and happiness for 2013.
What are your plans for New Year’s Eve?
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