Happy EOY

I have a new beef. This year, I refuse to say "Happy New Year". I mean, sure, we're glad the last one is over, because it smacked us around a little, but why the heck are we celebrating about this new one so much? We don't know a darn thing about it yet. We might find it'll be rougher on us than the last one. Shouldn't we stick with what we've got? For better or worse? I know that I could sure use a bit more time with THIS year so that I can actually get finished with it on my own terms instead of having it run away from me all incomplete and untidy-like.

So, I'll do alright by saying "Happy End-of-Year" in mere acknowledgment of getting through yet another one. But I refuse to be happy about a whole new one being thrust upon me unwantingly. How do I even know it's a "new" year, instead of a refurb or "certified pre-owned" model?

Until I get a little bit of this next year under my belt, I am NOT going to be happy about it. I'm okay with "cautiously optimistic", because that's just the kind of person I am, but to earn my happiness, this year really needs to "show me the happy". Give me something to be happy about, preferably something this last year neglected to share. And resolutions? Peshaw! Give me something to be resolute about Mr. Brand New Year (we hope), and then you'll have earned my unabashed happiness.


Before I go, I suppose I must give 2005 it's due (even though it didn't let me finish with it). I am still alive (and doing fine). My children are safe and well. I have a good job that continues to reward me, though I sometimes take it for granted. And for the most part, things could certainly be worse. So, thank you 2005, for not leaving us noticeably worse-off than when you found us curled-up and whimpering a year ago (2004, if you recall, was not so good to us).