I’ll never be one to say that New Year’s is overrated.
It’s a significant time. Not only do you literally flip the calendar, but it offers us the opportunity to reflect on the past 12 months, and how much our life really changed, if at all, during them.
Did our careers progress? Did we find love? Did we do something new or go somewhere we’ve never been before?
Or did we do nothing, and realize that we wasted another year?
The beauty of aging is that the older we get, the more we come to appreciate the true significance of time. When you’re 20 years old, and you think of something you want to do, you can shrug it off and say, “Eh, I’ll do it later in life.”
But when you’re 27, and think that same thing, you realize that if you’re not going to do it now, then when will you? Now is the time to embrace life. Not tomorrow. Now.
I realized that this year, and because of it, I had a heck of a 2014. I entered another continent for the first time. I basically spent my summer musical festival hopping. I eat Indian food now. And I’m excited to try new experiences in 2015.
New Year’s is obviously the time when you think about these things. Since I had a good year, I am viewing New Year’s Day 2015 very positively. People who didn’t have such a good year might view it otherwise.
Another thing about aging is that you put less stock into what you do to celebrate New Year’s. In the past, it was important to make plans well in advance. You had the energy to do it, so why not embrace it?
Now, I realize that every one around me basically had the same attitude about the coming holiday, which was bordering on feigned indifference. We pretend that we don’t care. And we really don’t, actually, until Dec. 28 rolls around, and the prospect of doing nothing for New Year’s becomes a frightening possibility.
I say that I’m not alone in this fear because, in the past two days alone, I’ve been invited to not one, not two, but three “last-minute New Year’s parties.” Meaning, they were conceived in the last 48 hours.
Never before had I even been invited to one such belatedly produced celebration. This year — three. Clearly, not a single person I am friends with actually made plans in advance. And what’s the similarity between all the people that I am friends with? They’re all in their late 20s.
Is this a lesson that, come future Decembers, means more planning should be done in advance? No. I don’t think so. This is what we do now.
Hey, we may not be partying until 4 or 5 a.m. on New Year’s Eve like the 21- and 22-year-olds, but, us late 20-somethings will have a hell of a lot more interesting things to talk about when we unite to ring in the New Year.
And we can only hope that, come future years, we continue to make life interesting.