It's just after midnight. The kiddies are sleeping. A couple of my neighbors are gathered around a bonfire with their families in the middle of the street. And gunshots can be heard all over town. It's a typical New Year's celebration. Happy 2011!
As for me and mine, we've been home for about an hour. We had a late dinner with my in-laws. Then headed home at 11:30, to avoid the shower of bullets falling from the sky.
Now I sit in front of my computer wondering what 2011 will bring.
No New Year's resolutions for me, because I actually started mine in October, when my asthma was preventing me from living the life I wanted to be living. During those weeks that I spent in bed, struggling to breathe, all I could think about were the things that I wanted to do, but never got around to doing them. So many of us wait until a certain date to begin things, or until we feel the time is right. Only it never happens.
There were nights that I really thought I wouldn't see the light of another day. I would cry myself to sleep at the thought of not being able to grow old with the love of my life or watching my kiddies grow up. There was still so much I wanted to do. Things left unsaid. Memories to create. Stories to tell.
As soon as my health improved, I promised myself to start living everyday to the fullest. Stop worrying about the little things. Let the people I love know just how much I care about them and appreciate them. And do all of the things that I've always wanted to do.
Every day feels like New Year's.