New Year. New Beginnings.

Episode CVI - I will begin again.

With all the craziness that surrounded the month of December, I was ready to let off some steam. I was not attempting to have a lets get all crazy, wild New Year's celebration... it was more like a relaxed, attempt a few drinks at home celebration. That and try to stay up until midnight!

Did someone say Margarita???

With the television on some standard New Year's countdown I began to drink a Margarita out of a Stewie power-tripped cup. You will bow to me! I am not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed at how my form of New Year's celebrating has changed over the years. I am officially showing my age or the fact that I am acting older than my age!!!

New Year's has changed even more recently. I am on so many medications I need to be careful when I drink. Besides the crazy hot flashes that alcohol creates... my nervous system is already a mess, adding alcohol makes it even more slow. Basically, alcohol makes me a personal form of entertainment for those around me. Ha ha!

After only one drink I looked like a full blown drunken mess... or the beginning stages of one. I was walking somewhere between tipsy and drunk. Then there was the hot flash... I was on fire! I looked like a red-faced drunk fool. However, I am not sure how this looks any different than me without alcohol.

After having to strip down to a tank top and apply a wet cool cloth to my face, I began to realize that drinking is not what it used to be. It seems that my days of alcohol, mischief, and mayhem might be limited to just mischief and mayhem. I can handle that!!!

Happy New Year!!!

I made it to midnight and so did my youngest. We celebrated and cheered and hugged! While I did not spend New Year's partying with the masses, I did spend it with the people who matter. And sometimes being at home can be the best party in the world.

... it's a brand New Year's Day

In my head...

As for my New Year's Resolutions... well, I do not make them. I could make a list of things I want to improve about myself, my life, and my future. However, I am just hoping for a better year than last year. A good, happy, healthy year. Maybe a few less doctor's appointments too!!!

“For last year's words belong to last year's language

And next year's words await another voice.”

- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Episode Reference - New Year's Day, U2 song

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