I just don't know what to say.
All day I've tried to come up with something to blog about.
I wanted to write about new year's eve and how it's importance has changed over the years. For years it was imperative to have a plan for the evening. People would ask for months prior, "what are you doing for new year's eve?". And for many years, I was sure to have an answer to that question.
I remember in my teens and 20's, the anticipation was great...dressing up, going to parties...you wouldn't be caught dead without a plan.
In my 30's and married, it was still important to have some kind of plan. We hosted several parties where people would arrive and depart at various times throughout the night. One year, we spent the entire night watching Monty Python's Meaning of Life because we just couldn't get enough of the big guy spewing. (Obviously, that was the beginning of the downfall of my new year's eves!)
Through my 40's, still with young kids, we began a tradition of going to the movies and out for dinner with several families. Treasured time with my children I wouldn't trade for the world.
And now I move gently into my 50's.
Don't feel old.
Hell, I don't even look that old (or so I'm told)
But age and years have changed what I value.
I noticed something different this year...when someone asked me a few weeks ago "so what are you doing for new year's eve?"...I realized not only did I have no plans...I hadn't even thought about it. It didn't seem to have the same importance.
We ended up seeing King Kong and going out to dinner tonight. We were home by 7:30, and of course I'm waiting to see Dick Clark.
And, I'm happy. I'm home safe and sound with my family...going to eat some icecream...content.
I still don't know what to blog about.
So I guess I'll just wait til tomorrow...maybe then I'll have something to say.