A New Year's Eve Message

A New Year's Eve Message

     For me, New Year's Eve has never represented what it seems to mean to other people: a night full of partying and drinking until the New Year eeks its way into our swollen eyelids, and we brave yet another year of falling into the same old rut. It has always represented itself, to me, as a day of relaxation and of planning. I don't drink. I don't party. But I always have taken New Year's Eve to sit down and write and think through the past year. What mistakes did I make? What good things happened? What relationships did I have (friendly or otherwise) and what can I learn from them? What plans do I have for the New Year? What are my goals and dreams, and what can I get done in this year to achieve them? Some people call part of this process a "New Year's Resolution", but to me, that is an over-used term. I like to call this process "Plan for a Better Life." Because that is essentially what we do when we resolve to change something about ourselves in the coming year to make our lives better. The word "Resolution" brings to mind deadlines and goals and that just ends up scaring people. "Plan" is a word that is much more even-handed. And that, my dear readers, is why I sit on New Year's Eve and write all of this out. New Years has even greater meaning for me because I am not thrust into a throng of sweaty people drinking vodka out of a shoe and vomiting. I am sitting here, alone, musing on my life, and becoming a more well-rounded person because of it. And to that, ironically, I can quote Stephen Sondheim's tune "The Ladies Who Lunch" by saying "I'll drink to that!"
     Here is my (tentative) list of my "Plan for a Better Life":

  1. Work on making this blog all that it can be, and really utilize my readers and inspire them.
  2. Start and complete a novel, play or some sort of non-fiction book that I will start and finish and not leave floating in midair.
  3. Find a relationship with a girl, one who is worth my time and one who I feel can really inspire me and add something to my life, not just meaningless romance and empty promises. My last relationship ended in total animosity, and I want to take the bad taste out of my mouth once and for all.
  4. As always, I would like to flourish in school. Don't we all want that, as students in the 21st century?
  5. To make more friends, and strengthen my relationships with the wonderful friends that I already have!

To leave you with, I will reprint the lyrics to Stephen Sondheim's song "I'm Still Here", which has become an impromptu New Year's Eve anthem for me:

"Good times and bum times,
I've seen them all and, my dear,
I'm still here.
Plush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But I'm here.
I've stuffed the dailies
In my shoes.
Strummed ukuleles,
Sung the blues,
Seen all my dreams disappear,
But I'm here.
I've slept in shanties,
Guest of the W.P.A.,
But I'm here.
Danced in my scanties,
Three bucks a night was the pay,
But I'm here.
I've stood on bread lines
With the best,
Watched while the headlines
Did the rest.
In the Depression was I depressed?
Nowhere near.
I met a big financier
And I'm here.
I've been through Gandhi,
Windsor and Wally's affair,
And I'm here.
Amos 'n' Andy,
Mah-jongg and platinum hair,
And I'm here.
I got through Abie's
Irish Rose,
Five Dionne babies,
Major Bowes,
Had heebie-jeebies
For Beebe's
I lived through Brenda Frazier
And I'm here.
I've gotten through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover,
Gee, that was fun and a half.
When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover,
Anything else is a laugh.
I've been through Reno.
I've been through Beverly Hills,
And I'm here.
Reefers and vino,
Rest cures, religion and pills,
And I'm here
Been called a pinko
Commie tool,
Got through it stinko
By my pool.
I should have gone to an acting school.
That seems clear,
Still, someone said, "She's sincere,"
So I'm here.
Black sable one day.
Next day it goes into hock,
But I'm here.
Top billing Monday,
Tuesday you're touring in stock,
But I'm here.
First you're another
Sloe-eyed vamp,
Then someone's mother,
Then you're camp.
Then you career from career
To career.
I'm almost through my memoirs.
And I'm here.
I've gotten through "Hey, lady, aren't you whoozis?
Wow! What a looker you were."
Or, better yet, "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis.
Whatever happened to her?"
Good times and bum times,
I've seen 'em all and, my dear,
I'm still here.
Flush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But I'm here.
I've run the gamut.
A to Z.
Three cheers and dammit,
C'est la vie.
I got through all of last year
And I'm here.
Lord knows, at least I was there,
And I'm here!
Look who's here!
I'm still here!"

-Wishing you all heath and happiness in the new year 2011,
Steven Krage, Young Republican


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