thoughts on the new year

The new year starts tomorrow. 2015 it will be. I will start my morning at work at 0600 so that thought will keep me from partying too hard tonight. Good thing, really. Last year new years eve resulted in me missing much of new years day and as I recall it was a beautiful sunny day much like today. It really isn’t cool to waste a day being extraordinarily hungover. You’d think I would learn but, apparently I don’t. Instead, I am easily led into the temptation of:  LET’S DO SHOTS!

I will spent some time contemplating my goals and desires for the coming year. Things like getting back into yoga, riding my bike more and being nicer in general. For today I have two goals: 1. Don’t do shots. 2. Go to bed mostly sober.

I think I will be able to avoid doing shots since the person who usually tempts me will be out dancing at another location. I certainly hope I can meet goal number two since I have to get up early to go to work and take care of people. I am too old to go to work hungover. It is not cool to puke at work, especially in the bathrooms of the residents. I learned this lesson on a November first several years ago after too much celebrating on the All Hallows’ Eve.

I have great respect for the people who tell me they don’t drink.  They manage to not drink when surrounded by a society of drunks. They never have a hangover. They probably remember everything and feel better in general. I come from a long line of alcoholics and addictive personalities. I like beer. I like wine. I am making wine in the basement. One of by goals for the coming year will be to drink less than I have this year. Please God, give me strength when the suggestion of “LET’S DO SHOTS!” comes my way. Help me to say no to shots.



About The Contemplatress

Outdoors, I enjoy gardening, hiking, biking, kayaking, wandering the beach and taking photographs. I admit to being a fair weather outdoorswoman most of the time. Indoors, I enjoy cooking as though I am on the food network. My favorite activity may be sitting in the sun reading a book. Probably with a beer. My liberal arts degree didn't help me acquire gainful employment so I became a practical nurse. Taking care of people who can't take care of themselves makes me thankful that I can.
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