I really wish there were bits of confetti raining down on my head right now on Times Square, but that is not where I am.
I was really supposed to be on Times Square tonight, at a fancy private party at my client's office on the 26th floor of the Paramount Building.
We had bought our plane tickets, paid for the Manhattan hotel room already. Picked a sparkly outfit.
And then I got another invitation for New Year's.
An unexpected one.
To a rotten party.
I tried hard to decline it but in the end I lost.
That's my positive COVID test.
So I'm enjoying New Year's Eve snuggled under a blanket on my sofa here in Nashville, watching the Times Square festivities on TV.
Maybe the meaning is that 2025 might turn out a lot differently than I expect.
Maybe I'm supposed to have plans, hopes and dreams, and accept that in the end things
are going to go
the way
they're supposed to go.
And so as I blow my nose for the 1,001th time tonight, I wish for us all
acceptance for the unexpected turns that 2025 holds for us,
anticipation for all the ways the year will amaze us,
and an open palm with which told hold our plans, hopes and dreams.
Happy new year, y'all.
Sniff.
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4 comments:
Aghh! Hope you have a happier New Year in a few days! My then wife gave me a Christmas gift of being in Times Square on New Year's Eve back in the 90s, but we didn't realize you had to be there around noon to get near the place. We wound up celebrating midnight back in the hotel room.
That comment was me, btw.
Hey Jim! I love that story. It sounds like a great example of things sometimes not going the way we think they will. At Times Square on new years, no less. 😊
So sorry, sis! I think it's my fault you got it but had fun talking to you on the phone for hours during our recovery. I always love your blog, especially the way you play with spacing and indentation. Happy 2025!!!
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