as the clock wound down 2012 i was overcome by an odd feeling. it was as if a new year wasnt dawning upon me at all. I felt nothing cataclysmic in my soul, just a sense of a seamless flow of energy between the 12 on our calendars, and the 13 that will replace it. I will testify that I was markedly sober and had all my wits about me all the way; my calm impression about the evening is legit.
I must say my perception was in contrast to previous years where i felt a distinct break as midnight struck. Was it the blaring kazoos, eye gouging flashing lights, fall inducing streamers/confetti that blinded and bedazzled that created the schism? We cant ignore previous years’ edgy nerves inducing countdown of “10, 9, 8 , 7…” by a roaring, drunken crowd to highlight the new year as a definitive split in the matrix.
I was glad for my calm ushering in of 2013. I felt as if i’d matured in my world perspective enough to see the passage of time from a wiser standpoint… ebb and flow. not stop and go.
My one regret in an otherwise fantastic evening (it was calm but by no mean boring); my lamb tiger kitten dragon baby pookie monster cuddle monkey Odie was not by my side. He’s not bar-trained yet and only prefers sipping top shelf whiskey with exactly zero cubes of ice in the coziest home environs. I could not oblige him this. he still loves me, thank fully.
and thats a wrap!
goodnight my dearest ones. I hope your eve proved eve-ntful :)