It’s now 2014. For the next 183 days, we are winding up the year, with hopes and aspirations of the best outcomes for ourselves and those we care about. I don’t feel that 2013 was terrible by any stretch of the imagination, but we as human beings all love to feel optimistic that the following year should always strive to be better. I have no problem with that.
For me, the year started off pleasantly, in the company of fine people, and admittedly pretty tanked. There are text messages sent that I don’t remember, and this photo that I was too hammered to bother tagging people on that someone less inebriated than I took the liberty to do instead. I used to feel that New Years Eves were supposed to be awesome and grandiose, but when the day is over, a chill evening with decent people is all I really want to bring in the next year.