A new year awaits
I sit here at 6:56 pm on New Years Eve, too sick to care that I had to cancel my plans for the evening. I’ve never really been a big New Years guy as I was usually working on that day. I’ve toasted more of them in the back of a restaurant kitchen than at a party, so as I battle a sore throat and an ungodly amount of mucus coming from my nasal passages I do not mind that Dick Clark will be my date tonight if the Nyquil doesn’t kick in by midnight.
A friend of mine listed his regrets and for a moment I was about to follow him into the briny deep but my list is so fucking huge it would depress all that read it.
So with that said, my resolution for this year is to not regret anything I do. To not look upon myself in a disparaging manner. To not act like im a wandering soul looking for answers to questions that cant possibly be answered. To basically be a better person….to myself.
At this time in my life all I see are obstacles and hurdles. I havent taken time to enjoy the race. Well that day will soon pass.
When this cold passes, I will go get a nice steak dinner…enjoy a bottle of wine, have a nice chocolate torte and enjoy a glass of 30-year-old port. At this point is when I will look forward to the next 365.
“Regrets I’ve had a few but then again too few to mention,
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption.”
Frank Sinatra c/o Paul Anka
