Off the Cuff / My Other Journal

Happy 2007!

May this year turn out to be much better and happier than the years past for all of us.

This year, I don't feel too enthusiastic for a new year's eve celebration; although we'll have a few people over, and momentarily, I'll go start on the meatballs.

We'll probably watch on TV the ball dropping on top of One Times Square and count with the crowd 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 and kiss our mates, then everyone else in the room. We'll do this because the town I'm in is mostly composed of displaced New Yorkers. And in New York, thousands of people will be on the streets celebrating and making work for the Big Apple Police.

Then, we'll ask each other about New Year's resolutions. "Did you make a New Year's resolution?"

Millions of people do, but I am afraid of those things called resolutions. It's easy to make resolutions, but often very difficult to accomplish them. So I don't make them. Instead I try hard to do whatever I can do under any given circumstance. This way it is easier to blame the circumstance than me.

Instead of making resolutions, I wish. I wish we had no wars, ever. I wish we all respected each other. I wish we didn't take the easiest way out of things but go for the best option. I wish we all got our priorities straight. And I wish I lost five or ten pounds.

Why do we celebrate the new year or make resolutions, unless we are certain that we won't repeat our past mistakes and even top them off with new ones? Never mind what I just said. This is the cynical me talking; I think I am turning into an old prune.

So another wish...I wish I become a sweeter prune.