I’ve never really understood the to-do about the New Year nor what it has to do with getting drunk the night before…. But I usually try to have a special snack of some sort on hand and do a year-end tarot reading or something.
This year, however, I came down with the flu over the weekend and wound up spending New Year’s Eve in three layers of clothes plus a hat, under two blankets with a hot water bottle AND a heating pad. Mom gave up at 10 p.m. and I didn’t have much interest in any of the countdowns — too much noise, too much being introduced to rock/pop/hip-hop performers I’m sorry I ever heard…
So I put on a recording of the Great Performances celebration of Leonard Bernstein’s 100th birthday and dozed to strains of Tchaikovsky and West Side Story. Opened my eyes and realized midnight had passed without even a notice.
I always feel like my birthday is more of an occasion on which to note what has just passed and contemplate what comes next. As I’ve slowly recuperated and moved on into the first days of 2019, I haven’t felt much need for reflection, other than to think about the week and realize it was an odd way to start another year.
Thank goodness for the Chinese herbal ganmaoling. I took it faithfully and the worst lasted only 1-1;2 days instead of the week others have been suffering. And I’d add some kudos to the extra Aireborne I took and drinking my daily cups of turmeric-ginger tea.
The picture up top reflects one of my biggest desires for the coming year: to manage a visit to my beloved former home in Marin County, CA. Need to pull together funds to see my father too, in Florida. Otherwise I’m content to let the year unfold without the need to impose intentions and goals on the flow.
Stumbling sideways into the new?? 🙂 Or flowing peacefully??