Well, first things first.
A nor’easter blew in early yesterday morning, dumping snow all over Halifax. As it was also winding like a winding thing, many flights ended up being completely cancelled – including ours.
Ho hum, pigs bum.
So, as a result (and because US Airways has only been able to get us on a flight tomorrow night), Mr. M and I will be spending New Years with the fam.
Honestly, I haven’t rung in a new three hundred and sixty-five days with my mom and sister for many, many moons, so despite the fact that I am a little bummed about not being able to be with my friends tonight, I am so looking forward to spending a few more hours with these amazing, brilliant, hilarious, and completely bonkers women.
Games will be played, oh yes.
And movies watched, and good food eaten.
A glass of bubbly may be imbibed at midnight.
I don’t know about you cats, but New Years is a always such a peculiar celebration to me.
I’ve written before how I don’t actually celebrate a new year come January 1, but on September 1 (because that, for me, is when the new year actually begins – having been brainwashed by years and years of back to school shopping, and labour day long weekends) so I never really know what to do with myself when this time of year rolls around.
I also have this weird belief that as soon as Christmas is over, spring should be just around the corner, almost as if Boxing Day should herald the arrival of cherry blossoms and blue skies.
Knowing that we have three more months of winter to plod through is always just a little bit discombobulating.
I don’t really make resolutions, because throughout the year I am constantly making new goals, and revising old targets and expectations.
(But I sure do love reading all your posts about your objectives for the next twelve months.)
There are, however, many things that I am looking forward to next year.
Running the Sunshine Coast and Whistler half-marathons; being a part of three (three!) weddings next summer, and visiting New York in July; more stand-up gigs, speaking engagements, and radio shows; celebrating five years of marriage with my soul mate; and taking on new adventures in all avenues of my life.
All of these things actually give me goosebumps just thinking about them.
Talk about exciting and invigorating.
(Okay, okay! I would be remiss if it I didn’t say that I REALLY want to run a sub 1:30 half, and I REALLY want to do forty push-ups in a row.)
Can I say that those are my New Years 2013 resolutions? Are those resolutions? Either way, I’m going with it.
I will continue (to work on) keeping my anxiety in check, and my body issues at bay.
I will keep ranting, and keep rolling.
I will, also, continue to run, and write, and dream, and love – I will love my life with the fire and ferocity that life should be loved.
And I so much look forward to sharing this love.
Happy New Year to you all!