So what if it's New Year?
Last night, the December 31 night, I said that I would live through this day only. I would not brood about yesterday or obsess about tomorrow. I will be happy. I will not dwell on thoughts that depress me. If my mind fills with clouds, I will chase them away and fill them with sunshine. I will accept what is. I will face reality. I will correct those things I can correct and accept those I cannot. I will do something positive to improve my health. If I'm a smoker, I'll quit. If I'm overweight, I'll eat healthily - if only just for today. And not only that, but I'll also get off the couch and take a brisk walk, even if it's only around the block.
Yet this morning, the New Year's day, I am stressed about work, just stressed not being able to do anything about it. I am cribbing about going to work, for work one has to pay the hefty college fee and meeting cost of living in London. I got up early and had a slice of leftover pizza first thing in the morning along with a glass full of pepsi. Yet, I am pretty upset at not being able to do my assignment yesterday all day. I am still running away from the fact that it is still there to be done. I justify it saying well I could not do it because I am working.
So what is it about the night, the New Year's eve, that makes us talk so passionately about new ways and yet, the following morning all that determination for most of us just leaves us as quickly as it had come on the stroke of 12.
I have come to the conclusion after many years that it is all about the bubbly and those really bad shots of alcohol talking. Most of us tend to go out, have what we call fun, drink those shots, which all seems like such a cool thing at the time. But the morning after one feels one could have taken a rain-cheque on it. I believe all midnight resolutions and great sentences that come about of how we are going to change our lives do not sound so great on January 1 because of the heady night out. Most of us fail to make those passionate statements the next day and worse some of us as one friend cannot even remember their resolutions after so much drinking.
I believe we, the young, should celebrate new years as some wiser friends do. This year about 70 per cent of young people I know, including me, stayed at home with our families and friends watching TV, and spending quality time together, in contrast to, unfortunately some of our Indian counterparts, who were all out clubbing.
I feel light, satisfied and happy that unlike the previous years I did not go out, as many of my friends did not either. The New Year's first day as it dawned looked so nice, promising. I can make clear-headed resolutions with enough stamina to resolve that I will live by them. Happy New Year!