Alas, another year over and a new one has begun. While others are gearing up for new resolutions, I'm on track for breaking traditions. Starting with the way I greeted the new year.
In years past, ever since I've had consciousness of time, I've always stayed up to ring in the new year because someone once told me that whatever I was doing at the stoke of midnight will be indicative of what I would be doing for the rest of the year. After all these years I finally figured it out... THEY LIED!
After 51 years of the same tradition of staying up cooking, baking, wood working, playing games on the computer, playing guitar, photographing anything that moved,and even doodling for what most people would consider intricately abstract art; I went to bed an hour prior to midnight. Much to my amazement, the world didn't end and the birds were even singing, albeit they were singing "Why don't we do it on the road."
This year is the year that I break traditions. The word for this year is "Change", a much more metamorphic definition than the loose coins in my pocket. I woke up the next day and Didi and I didn't have anyone come over to watch the parade; and that meant no need to fix a large breakfast as in past years. No Frittatta with oven roasted maple-glazed bacon and breakfast sausages, French toast with strawberry coulee and whipped cream, and hash brown cakes. Instead it was a quiet morning with Didi and light breakfast of eggs over medium and pan rendered bacon.
Ah yes, this is the year indeed for breaking traditions and I welcome this change and where ever this decision takes me. May this year bring you all that you expect whether you are starting a new resolution or breaking traditions. And above all, may this year bring you the happiness that the greeting claims. Happy New Year, everyone!
