This postEveryone seems to be doing end-of-the-world posts. I mean end-of-the-year. And I was planning to write one, but I was thinking it would be part of my beginning-of-the-year post tomorrow. Hmm. Maybe not.
Well, for my time zone the contractions have begun, dilated to a 9, and it won’t be long before 2008 pops out. (My question, though, is this: who’s pushing?)
Ahem. This is why I don’t write end-of-the-year posts. And I’m not the one who came up with the whole new year = baby analogy, so point those fingers elsewhere, please.
I think I’ll just wait till tomorrow. Which makes this a no-point post. (Both purpose and score.) No, I can’t do that — the obsessive blogging demon within won’t allow it. So I need to find something to say. Something meaningful. Profound. Witty.
Now that I’ve put it that way, though, the windows of heaven have gotten shut and bolted and boarded up. ~sigh~
So, end of the year. I liked 2007. Lots of change — graduation, job, career, pretty much everything except gender and religion :P — but change is good. I like change. And I like, um, non-change. So it works out pretty well for me.
Tomorrow I’ll review all those resolutions I haven’t looked at since the other bookend of this year (I probably should start reviewing them monthly…) and set new ones. Some I’ll hit; others will languish, which is sadly what happened with NaBoMoReMo for me — I’m only at the end of Alma. Well, you win some, you lose some. And it’s not like I haven’t finished the Book of Mormon before. :) (I still feel guilty, though.)
Four more hours. I haven’t been a New Year’s Eve person for seven or eight years, so I’ll do the socially unacceptable thing (no, not that socially unacceptable thing) and go to bed in an hour or two. Boring, yes. I have no good excuses. But I’m tired. Goodbye, 2007.
P.S. If you see someone dancing on the rooftops with tambourines tied to his hands and feet, it isn’t me. :P
