Bring it on

I can’t believe it’s New Years Eve again. It’s almost 2008 and I’ve wrapped up the last year pretty tightly. No loose ends, no regrets, no hanging chads.  I get to start a brand new year in a brand new place, doing brand new things. I like new. I like the idea of a fresh start and the endless possibilities. I spend Christmas with my family, well, most of them. My mother was here for over a week and was her usual, generous, loving self. She just set out for home this morning, and we all gathered in the driveway, barefoot and bathrobe-clad to wave goodbye. I miss her already. Tonight there will be a party, new people to meet, champagne to drink and hopefully someone to kiss when the ball drops.   This would’ve been my 10th anniversary with Dave, we had planned a Florida trip. But we’ve cashed in our flights for other, separate plans and frankly, I’m not nearly as upset about spending the evening without him as I thought I would be. Afterall, our anniversary usually consisted of me watching him play to a bunch of blue-hairs and feeling like I’d rather be someplace else. And now I’m in that someplace else.Finally. 2008 is bound to be a productive year, I’ll make sure of it. I want to buy a home, I want a pet or three, I want to make more money and dive back into the things that make me the happiest. I want to paint again. I want to travel. I want to be healthier. I want to have massive amounts of sex. I want to roll my 401k over into an IRA.  I want adventures.These aren’t necessarily resolutions, just reminders. …and my list of wants and needs is considerably longer, but I suppose these are at the top right now. So, heres to you, 2008, give me everything you’ve got.