I didn’t make plans for New Year’s Eve. Not that I’m not into it…well, maybe I’m not THAT into it this year, but it just honestly wasn’t a priority for me this week.
I just got home from a full day at work, and after several invites from friends this afternoon, I finally decided, you know what, some of this sounds like a lot of fun. So, I’ll be getting my behind together here soon to head out to Huntington Beach for dinner at Cucina Alessa with Katie and Evan, and whatever other rag-tag New Year’s Eve rejects decide to come together last minute.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today. You know, the “cool” thing to say, the “trendy” thing to say today is that I’m not making any resolutions this year. Why make resolutions? Why not just live your life as you see fit every single day of your life?
Sure, it’s fine to have hope, to make goals, to see yourself as the best you that you can be. But this is a thought process that shouldn’t just happen one time a year. It should be something that you think about every day. Am I happy with myself today? Was I happy with myself yesterday? If not, what can I do to make sure that I’m happy tomorrow?
As the ball drops tonight, and Katie and I have likely taken way too many shots out of that $100 bottle of top shelf tequila she got for Christmas, I’d like to think that I’ll be grateful for the plans that I didn’t make. Because instead of making plans, I’ve been doing something that seems increasingly more important as I get older…
I’m living. I’m living a life of hope and faith, a life that values the past, makes the most of every moment in the present, and brightens the future.
Happy New Year, guys! See you next year!