How New Year’s used to be

I vaguely remember the dawn of the new millennium, I’m going to claim it was due to a heavy cold but being twenty at the time my memory degradation was more self-inflicted. I don’t remember going out for New Year’s Eve since then, and not because of alcohol.

I think that was the last occasion I revelled in the changing of the calendar, not that I really went party crazy before then. Instead of getting pickled I prefer to watch the fireworks and have a cheap glass of whiskey, and that is just what I will do tonight (without the gunpowder).


Reviewing my 2020 Goals

No doubt about it, 2020 was bad. It started bad, the middle was bad, and despite some positive announcements recently it’s going to still be bad at the end. The opening year of the decade was obviously drunk and should go home.

At the beginning of each year I make my list of goals that I can discard by the time the Millennium Eye fireworks have finished. In a normal year I never seem to get close to meeting any personal target I have set myself.

2020 was not a normal year.

I did a lot of personal growth.