Another Year Bites the Dust


Well here I am .. at six minutes to eleven pm on Tuesday 31st December 2013 … In bed alongside a snoozing (audibly so) husband, with occasional neighbourhood bursts of fire crackers.

Most of Rotorua will have been down on the lake-side green, enjoying bouncy castles, merry-go-rounds, gobby clown games of “chance” until kiddies’ bedtimes.

Then the music Fest would have begun, the young adults will have poured out of the pubs and bars and restaurants to party in the New Year in {consults watch} fifty-five minutes. Funny thing is – for a mass celebration scheduled for a count-down to midnight and a massive fireworks display, with rock bands supposedly belting it out until the count down …

… I can’t hear a thing! I’m missing Nothing! So, good night, all. Enjoy your local Happy New Year Fest, and may 2014 be a good year for all.

For me, 2014 will offer me new opportunities – and if I were to make a NY Resolution, it would be to stop being chicken-livered and dependent on others “okaying”  my actually doing anything.
I Will change my GP.
I Will get my former scrapbooking kits out and set up.
I Will self publish my kindle collection of short stories and poems.
I Will get a car of my own while my driver’s licence is still valid (expires in ’16).
I Will help the local council organise a 2015 Saint Patrick’s Day Festival.
I Will get at least a part-time job and independence back.

I will Not let people treat me as if I’m still a fragile invalid.
I will Not let “people” belittle me or my opinions.
I will Not let people stop me sewing for simple recreation (hence need for independent income).

I am going to be the forty-nine-year old I would have been if the oncologists prognosis had been correct
(“Dead in seven years” they said in Y2K – RUBBISH!)

“It’s ALIVE!” as Mary Shelley wrote.

 

This is response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/31/prompt-new-you/