Year after year it seems to mean less, but year after year…I build these stupid.little.lists. New Years means so much and so little…to all of us fine folks, so very different people.
What do YOU do when the countdown’s begun? Sometimes…
What does your New years mean to YOU? Do you vow to make that change, or do you simply not bother? Do you stay up and watch the clock with Carson Daly out West and Dick Clark/Ryan Seacrest in Times Square? Do you almost leap from the balcony ala Forrest Gump, or is it lights out at 10 in preparation for your daily morning run?
Does it mean NOTHING? Or does it symbolize everything? What does each year mean to you? Does a year’s end help you compartmentalize everything into tidy little boxes?
Do you even remember the year you ended in the swamp?
Was it a good year, a laugh…a jolly good romp?