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?
If you want to lose weight, do it when you think it.
Want to work harder, work harder right now.
Need a major change in your life, what’s wrong with April or July?
January 1st is no different that any other 1st of the month, it’s another day to pay bills, cook dinner, take out the trash. Alright, I do enjoy not having to work for the man because it’s a holiday, but that’s how I treat every holiday.
Social media makes these times hard on people with troubles, depression or losses, and it just annoys those like me. I’ve already had to play the happy wishes card. Dec 31 – Jan 1 will be the worst.
I play along because I’m polite, and I do care about peoples well-being, only I care EVERYDAY! Not just once a year.
Now that my peace has been spoken, you can still enjoy my books here!
https://www.amazon.com/Theresa-Jacobs/e/B01BAS13T2
Facts if you want:
New years beginning
In pre-Christian Rome under the Julian calendar, the day was dedicated to Janus, god of gateways and beginnings, for whom January is also named. As a date in the Gregorian calendar of Christendom, New Year’s Day liturgically marked the Feast of the Naming and Circumcision of Jesus, which is still observed as such in the Anglican Church and Lutheran Church.[2][3]
I know where you’re coming from Theresa. In my younger days the cusp of the year change meant something to me, but then when I was fifteen, being a Catholic meant something to me. 😀 The only good thing about the ‘New Year’ as I see it, is that I have an excuse to start a fresh diary, make sure my personal house is in order and prepare to get back to life without coloured lights and fir trees. Good post. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts and how to deal with the new year Tom 🙂 Clearing the house is always a great feeling!
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Reblogged this on Sarah Stuart – Romantic Suspense and commented:
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.
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You are so right Sarah, everyday does matter. The opera sounds amazing, I hope you’ll share your thoughts when that’s finished. Thanks for commenting.
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Sarah, we saw 2000 in at a full dress ball in Durban held by the king, so that’s one I will remember too. But as for the rest? I hate Christmas more for what it’s turned into. People filling up food trolleys as if the shops were closing forever. Such gluttony after seeming REAL poverty is nauseating. Like Tom I love a new diary, but transferring stuff is a hassle. And these high days are hard if you are on your own.
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The ball sounds wonderful Lucinda, that would be something to enjoy. And I agree whole-heartily about the avarice. Thanks for reading and joining in.
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The opera and the ballet were over in an afternoon, Theresa, and I too would have enjoyed a ball, Lucinda, or I would if I could dance. If anybody does watch the BBC, which I rarely do, they did show a classic from The Good Life, where Margo said Christmas was cancelled; it hadn’t been delivered, so Jerry, (husband) had “political” chickenpox. They were invited to spend the day with their DIY everything – no money – neighbours, and had a marvellous time with almost nothing. The crackers were homemade, so when they were pulled they said BANG… or in Margo’s case, CRACK. Me? Given the chance in peace, I’d write.
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Ouch Sarah ha ha. You didn’t realise that The Good Life was the impetus for my ex to go up into Scotland to live off the land trailing me behind him. Thus started the travelling.
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This time of year is difficult for many people who live through dreary winter days. If you don’t have the holiday spirit or a true belief in anything spiritual then just find something to do that makes you happy. Changing your attitude from negative to positive will boost your spirit. They say, “we are what we eat”!
A truer saying is, “we are what we think”! Negativity is the big killer. It kills our joy, ambitions, peace of mind and willingness to move forward to fulfill our dreams . The first step is always the hardest. Change your mind to positive thinking, and change your life for ever☺ I wish and pray for all who receive this message that they have the best New Year ever!
Especially for Theresa, know that you are loved now and forever more.
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I’m 98% happy all the time, no negativity here I’m just not a fan of new years because it’s not a real thing.
Love you too.
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No, Lucinda. I didn’t know you were dragged off to the Highlands to live “The Good Life”.
Judging by 3 chickens, it’s hard work, and very likely cold and uncomfortable.
Theresa, I too would have a public rant if it was likely to result in the reply such as you got from Jim. It wouldn’t – not because Him Indoors has no feelings – he hates computers, overdosing on them at work.
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Yes Sarah, I was honestly surprised and rather joyed by the responses in all I’ve received from this post. Here I was worried I’d be lambasted by the general public, hence the trepidation to post. It’s nice to see I’m not alone, and to hear little bits about everyone’s lives.
And Jim is my dad – it’s obviously where I get my kindness from 🙂
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