They say that the way you ring in the new year is an indication of how you’ll spend the rest of your year.
This New Year’s was mostly just like any other. I put Buzz and Abby to bed at their normal time. J, Jedi, and myself stayed up until a little after 11. The only beverage I drank was of the caffeinated variety, non-alcoholic. We didn’t have a party to attend or a reason to slip on a fancy dress. We munched on snacks and watched Ryan Seacrest. The New Year was ushered in an hour early, as the ball fell on Times Square, because midnight in the midwest timezone can be anticlimatic. We hold out hope that one of these years we’ll make it to New York to celebrate in style.
I buried my head in the covers shortly after, my eyes heavy and tired. I remember falling asleep just minutes before our official start of 2010.
If it really is any indication, this year will be a lot like last.
We are, by most accounts, very boring. Most days blend into one another, spent in our pajamas. However, I wouldn’t trade these boring days, these months, these years, with this family, for anything. Life isn’t stationary, but free of drama. It goes with the flow. Boring is healthy and relatively happy, save for a few minor frustrations. While it doesn’t make for very exciting blog fodder, boring can be very good.
If this is how I spend the rest of the year, it could be a lot worse.