It’s 4 minutes to midnight. For the first time in ages, I’m not mourning the passing and misuse of yet another year wasted. Wasted from the drink, having stumbled along the cold cobble stone peach pit road, the path of the lonely and lost, wayward alcoholic; awake, in the midst of a nightmare of regressive regret.
Instead, I’m facing the other direction and welcoming in a new year with a new life and new life style — and stone cold sober at that. What a difference 4 minutes can make!
So, instead of waking up tomorrow morning tired, sick, wondering why I repeated the same disgusting, wretched insanity yet another time, I’ll be waking up to a new day and new year, fresh, free and yes, happy.
Happy New Year, friends. May we all be happy. 🙏