I had a crappy New Year’s last year. I was surrounded by friends, but I was left.. despondent. My decisions that were ones I carried through the rest of the year. This is cryptic, but I would rather not relive it. I was a victim of my own poor choices.

This year, I decided to do something different. My city is hosting a big New Year’s party, but I wasn’t interested. The crowd and the cold were not of interest to me. I work as a personal assistant to a local lawyer who happens to be a friend of my mother’s. She and my mom are going out tonight, leaving her in need of a babysitter, and I happily volunteered, satisfying myself on many levels. One, New Year’s plans, two, I’m making money and being slightly productive, three, I don’t need to weigh my options. In addition to the crappy experience, I also had to choose which party I would go to and that was stressful in and of itself. This gave me something to do, ensured I was safe and I could even socialize and have a friend over.

So now, I’m stuck watching three twelve-year-old boys (God, help me!!), and I am happy about my decision. Last year sucked. I’m glad to have made the safe choice. Hopefully.

I was going to publish a meme, but I’m over them. I’m hoping this experience leads to a more positive year… But I don’t know what’s ahead. But I am certainly not looking back.

(edit) I’m thinking I didn’t make the best choice. Kids are difficult.