This is the time of year when bloggers TV shows everyone reviews what happened over the past year. Happily, we don’t have a television, so we’ve missed the worst of it. It’s also the time of year when you go to parties and people wish you that next year be happier/more eventful/generally better than last year.

At this point, NTS and I look at each other. As our eyes meet, we silently tick off the things we did during the past year and wonder—somewhat panicked—what, exactly, we’re going to have to do in order to top last year. In order, I

  • got accepted to grad school(s)
  • married the love of my life (after a scant seven months to plan and execute a wedding)
  • moved to Europe.

If this trend continues, what’s on the docket for this year? Will we acquire an airship by questionable means? Move to Australia? Do something else impressive to round out the rule of three?

Happy New Year! May you do things that are fun and a little scary (maybe not moving to another continent, unless you’re into that kind of thing), and also things that are fun and familiar. You know what to do. You’ve seen new years before.

More interestingly, don’t save all your resolutions for a new year. They’re much more fun when they’re spandy new than when they’ve been sitting for six months. Spontaneity is funny. And disconcerting to those around you (which is probably why it’s funny. Like the time two years ago when NTS came home to find all of my hair gone and me with a pixie cut. Or two weeks later, when he came home to find me a redhead. Surprise!).

* That’s right; I’m going to be a Master of Science. *Maniacal laugh. Maniacal laugh.*

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