Every day matters, and the things, and people, that matter to me are equally important every day.
I hate Christmas – not the Christian meaning – the gluttony, drunkenness, and rotten TV for starters.
I sleep my way over the date change. The only one I truly enjoyed was the millenium, and that was because I got tickets to a marvellous opera/ballet at the Royal Albert Hall.
This will be one of my most self-debated, (should I or shouldn’t I), posts to date. It’s guaranteed to be the top controversial and I may even lose followers because of it. I’m sure my husband will shake his head and wonder why I shared this with the world, but I’m tired of pretending…
I don’t believe in New Years Eve!
Okay that’s that factually inaccurate. I know it happens, I see everyone celebrating, heck I’ve even been to many parties over the years. Though each time when midnight struck and people whooped and kissed, I’d be trying to find the best place to hide so I wouldn’t have to fake enjoying that moment.
I never got it.
I don’t follow any religion and time was invented by man to make life easier. So why do we need one night to be the catalyst to launch our changes?
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