- For one thing, the real celebration happened last night. New Year's Day itself just kind of feels anticlimactic. We were excited for the new year last night, we celebrated when the ball dropped, and now...well, I'm just not as jacked up about it. The new year is here. Hooray.
- Also, it has been exactly one week since Christmas. And Christmas is the absolute king of holidays. Having another holiday just seven days later, and one for which it's not quite clear exactly what you're supposed to do, makes New Year's Day really pale in comparison.
- There's also the fact that my family doesn't have any New Year's Day traditions. No special dinner or anything. We just sort of...exist. The winter school break is winding down, we're still cleaning up from Christmas, and we generally don't have any plans.
Well, actually, I guess I do have one personal tradition: I always go for a run the morning of New Year's Day, whether it's a scheduled running day for me or not. And when I do this, I always (always) listen to U2's "New Year's Day" as I run. It's a good song, and the mood of it fits my concept of what New Year's Day represents (or maybe I've fit my concept of New Year's Day to the song...I'm not sure).
Anyway, it's 2016 now, and you and I are still getting together a few times a week in the little corner of cyberspace occupied by this blog. I appreciate that. Seriously, I really appreciate that. You're a busy person. You have lots of things to do and lots of choices to make when it comes to how you spend your time. And many of you choose to read my little posts every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, so thank you. That's a very nice thing for you to do.
And happy new year. Whatever that's supposed to mean today.
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