Auld Lang Syne

I wish to welcome you to the new decade.

2011.

Here we go.

Yippee.

And so far.

I have a good feeling.

And usually, this isn't the case.

The past several New Year's Eves I have found myself crying,

Because I hate the ends of things, and I have a very bleak outlook.

But this year,

I'm feeling alright.

Slightly nauseous, but alright.

No crying, no sadness.

Just that expected bittersweet feeling.

Watching all those people in Times' Square always gets me a little bit.

Hearing "Auld Lang Syne" and watching the sparkly ball ring in the New Year

Is always something of an emotional affair.

And so far, 2011 is turning out to be the good kind of "emotional".

Hour down.

I am somewhat excited and somewhat indifferent about 2011.

My slate isn't blank, wiped clean.

I've still got everything from last year here now.

I just have a psychological new start.

Nothing magically changes at midnight.

We have to make things happen for ourselves.

And yet at the same time,

It's like you get a nice, cold shower and you're in all squeaky clean for

A new beginning.

Truly, it's just like a shower.

Nothing is really new,

But it can change your perspective and make you feel a lot better.

Although soon I know I'll forget all of these feelings of

A fresh new start,

And it'll be the same old hum-drum of normal life.

I never change anything.

Last year,

I began a "diet" on the first of January.

I haven't lost any weight,

Just made my stomach smaller.

But I've eaten the same thing for two of three meals a day for a year now.

Maybe that's a change.

Maybe I should try harder.

Perhaps,

I should just let things happen.

I shouldn't have any control anyway,

What do I know?

I've sort of decided to attempt to write a poem each day.

I'm going to try.

I can't promise anything.

But we can see.

Oh, and yes.

I thought of you when all the smiley-happy people in New York were kissing when it became 2011.

I thought of you.

Happy 2011, everybody.

Adieu and goodnight.

I love you.