Much Farther To Go

I like New Year’s. It may be my favorite holiday. Not because of the booze fueled randomness, or the ability to walk up to anyone and kiss them at midnight (although that’s admittedly fun). I’ve always been big on lists, goals, even though I don’t often write them down. So new year’s comes along, and there’s this…idea of starting fresh, the same way as on your birthday you’re supposed to feel a year older. If only New Year’s Day could separate you from all the things you’d like to leave behind that happened the previous year. But that’s the thing about me, I find it hard to have or hold regrets. I don’t have them. It’s weird to think about the past year though. My memory keeps getting worse, and now I sometimes consciously try to ingrain certain moments into my mind, knowing if I don’t it may as well have not happened. Really, at new year’s last year, I had no way of guessing how much I would change. I don’t know what me last year would think of me now.