New Year's Eve 2012

When I was growing up, I found the Capricorn Love Guide in Cosmo at my hairdressers. I no longer have it (loaned it to a roommate after much badgering and then she lost it in her room!), but one of the lines I think I remember is that one of the signs (Libra maybe) wasn't for me because they preferred the tritest B-list party to a quiet evening at home. I find myself considering this as I spend this New Year's Eve alone (although I mean no insult to any parties I was invited to).

It's been years since I spent a New Year's Eve home alone. And this is probably the first where I had no need to make more of it than any other night. No, that's not quite right. I decided to make it special by focusing on things I wanted to do (or, perhaps more accurately, wanted to get done). My apartment is tidy. A few languishing tasks are done. My bed has clean sheets and, after I finish writing, I am going to soak in a hot tub.

My friend Heather's family always put money outside so that, at midnight or so, they could bring it in with the idea that they'd be bringing money in all year long. So, that is my idea. That by starting off the year getting things done, having things in order, and generally taking care of myself, these elements will continue throughout 2013.

I think I am also troubled by 2013. I'm not particularly triskaidekaphobic, but I'm put off by the number. And maybe I thought 2012 would be better than it was, so I am a little disappointed that it is over.

Wishing us all a wonder 2013!