For the past, oh, two decades, I’ve stayed home, happily.
I’m not a believer in the eve. It makes so many people miserable. It’s an arbitrary date. Forced gaiety is not my thing.
I usually cook something comforting, drink some good bubbles, watch the ball drop and go to bed. I adore New Year’s day however, waking well and early with great energy for what’s ahead. Cooking another something comforting for my hangover-straggling-in friends.
This year I felt the need to be out, in public, part of the mob, to mark the evening with elegance. I wanted to formally acknowledge the end of an astonishing and — difficult year.
So I booked a table at a charming, tiny restaurant known for its innovative cuisine. Of the six invited guests, five of them will move away from Tropica in 2018. Hello change!
And me? Where will I be next year? I too would like a change. But where? I’ve given up trying to figure it out. I’m going with Lord Byron,
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods.”
I wish you an amazing, passionate, intense, flexible, astonishing year filled with extraordinary things. But mostly, kindness. Compassion towards yourself and to everyone who crosses your path. A year of creativity and richness. And always love.
P.S. What did you do this New Year’s eve? Just curious…as are all of us!
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