1.05.2008

Late For Holidays

I've tried a few times now, and I couldn't seem to get anything right out of the posts I was writing for New Year's and Christmas and such. They were either too wordy or too vague. But I'll try again, but with the basics only.

1-Christmas was excellent with the family and friends and such. We had a fun party with the family and my parent's friends. Tasty food, constant singing and playing of musical instruments(My family has been blessed with a fine talent and so they always make music when they're together.), lots of laughing and warm feelings going around. All that sentimental stuff that seems typical for the time of year. I love all the mushy stuff with everyone giving hugs and grinning and surprises and giving people gifts and watching the reactions they have when they open them. Yeah, so it was a fun Christmas.

2-New Year's was different from ones in the past as I got to spend it with Jacob, meeting his family and friends. We got to eat good gumbo around a fire while hanging out with Indian bikers who played the guitar and could talk your ear off. We also went to some fancy house way outside of Baton Rouge where the stars were so much brighter. Several seemed to shine brighter than the fireworks that sparkled across the night sky. It was a fun party. I like Jacob's family and really enjoyed meeting his friend Adam. He's a pleasant guy to know. Overall, I had an excellent time in Baton Rouge and hope to be able to go again.

3-I think New Year's celebrations are weird and a good bit silly. I'm glad I got to spend New Year's Eve with my boyfriend, but I've been doing some thinking about this whole celebratory thing we do at the ending/beginning of each year, and I'm still not sure what I think of it. I don't know what exactly it is. I tried writing about it, but it didn't work. I remember last year struggling with the same thoughts and attempting to put it down, but I just ended up deleting what I had on it, just as I have done now. I've been trying hard to pin down why exactly I think it is so odd how we celebrate new years. I don't know why I just always think, "Huh," as people stand around at midnight, cracking crystal champagne glasses and whopping and hugging and kissing, and lighting fireworks when the calendar date changes. I mean, I really like all the champagne and hugs and kisses, and the sparkleworks, but for me it just doesn't seem fitting. Well, not entirely. I'm all happy with revelry in the light of a new bright year. I like that welcoming. But, I don't like how we forget to close the old year. It just seems to me like we forget about reflection. About what we did and what we changed and what the really good and bad things were. Things don't get closed off. I just see it as head-diving into some uncharted territory without standing back, seeing where you just came from in order to judge where you're headed next. Maybe this came out correctly. Or maybe I'm looking way too far into things and people just want to enjoy a good party and tradition. It's probably the latter one. I am fairly found of festivities, so I guess I should probably go with that.
Hrmm, looks like I ended up doing it again, but I really just want to put a post up, so I think I'll leave it at this for now.

In other news, I've really enjoyed my work at the NWS, I'm excited about starting the new semester(I move back in a week.), and I finally got my new eye glasses. I was most pleased about that. This holiday I got to read books, watch movies, and hangout with my dear friends I hardly ever see during the semester. I'm happy I was here, and I'm happy I'll be back to school soon. So yeah, I guess I'm happy all around most of the time. :]

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Honestly, I feel exactly the same way. It doesn't have to be New Years specifically, but the closing of any event that has impacted my life greatly, example Senior Night was last night for band. Such and such (I'll tell you later), and I was attempting to step back and examine where I'd come from and was too overwhelmed with grief. I think that's where we as humans fail. We can't handle the grief of saying goodbye, so we jump into the joy of saying hello. Maybe. But yes, I feel the same way. I envision standing atop a hilltop painted in a field of yellow, the sky a canvas of colors, and looking backwards to see miles and miles of grass and trees and rivers and mountains and deserts and smiling and feeling accomplished. The wind blows and everything feels right. Eh.

Lara said...

Yes. And you paint that picture far more beautifully than I.