I’m not a huge fan of New Year’s Eve. And this dislike hasn’t developed as a coping mechanism for the fact I’m shy and rarely ever attend any party I’m invited to. New Year’s has always been a strange celebration to me. I mean, technically, each day signifies a year’s over. Your birthday, for instance, means a year has gone by and you’re a year older. I just never understood the fascination with switching out your calendar.
But, I mean, I guess I get the appeal. It’s a definite date of renewal. On this date, the past is the past and I have a whole new year to do something with my life. It’s a pretty liberating mindset. And I do like the idea of having an excuse to start over and regain motivation.
One year, I will have a very fancy New Year’s Eve. If I do ever decide to celebrate it in some grand gesture such as staying up late enough to actually see the glow of the digitized 12 on my clock, I’d like it to be fancy. I’d like there to be lots of gold confetti and glamorous, sparkling dresses and guys wearing ties. And this music playing in the background.
1. The New Year – Death Cab for Cutie
2. My Dear Acquaintance (A Happy New Year) – Regina Spektor
3. New Year’s Resolution – Otis Redding
4. Io (This Time Around) – Helen Stellar
5. Where to Begin – My Morning Jacket
6. January Hymn – The Decemberists
7. Auld Lang Syne – Various Artists
So maybe that’s my New Year’s resolution: to have fancy parties and throw gold confetti in the air more often.