Well, we officially made it to 2024! This is the first year, for as long as I can remember, that I didn't do anything for New Year's Eve. I'm not saying I typically go wild or anything, but I usually do something, somewhere with someone. Not this year. I stayed home, just me and Rosie girl, watched a movie and ate a pint of ice cream. Yes, the entire pint. And it was lovely. I even made time to meditate before heading to bed. And I know what you're wondering so I'll put you out of your misery, yes I stayed up until midnight. But barely. There were actually a few reasons why I decided to stay home on New Year's Eve. One big reason is that I haven't been drinking lately, and the thought of being around a bunch of drunk people on one of the biggest party nights of the year didn't appeal to me. Another reason is that I've been saving as much money as possible for my trip to Nepal, and apart from the gigantic $4.99 ice cream splurge, didn't feel like spending a bunch of money on a night that I wasn't that excited for anyways. But an even bigger reason was that I simply didn't feel like celebrating the new year with a bunch of noise and a bunch of people and a bunch of alcohol. I was happy to be quiet, and calm, and welcome the new year with a clear mind and a clear heart. And I was rewarded by waking in the morning, well rested and without hangover, to this beautiful foggy morning on a local hiking trail with my camera and my dog. And it felt like the perfect start to the year.
"It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts."