My daughter announced, "New year's eve and the new year mean nothing. I can't get excited. Birthdays are for celebrating that you're a year older."
It's possible that she has a point. Or maybe that's the difference in thinking between me and someone less than half my age.
Nonetheless, it's a new year. One of my friends heard an idea where you write something positive, pleasant, something of which you're proud, or an accomplishment on a piece of paper every day and toss it in a jar. Then you read all the notes at the end of the year. Might be interesting. Might be enlightening. Might be tedious. Might be dull.
If I had to write a message for today, it would say "I did absolutely nothing". Considering how hectic the last months of 2013 were, I think this falls into the pleasant, if not the accomplishment category. Perhaps, if I read that at the end of 2014, I won't feel the same way. I might regret having wasted a day of my life, a day that will never come again, January 1, 2014. Or maybe, like last night, I'll be celebrating that I've made it through another year. I hope so. Happy New Year everyone.