New Years Eve is irrelevant in my life. I could care less that when the clock strikes 12 a new year will be here and everybody can supposedly start fresh. I may have been a Thanksgiving Grinch, but I swear I’m not for this holiday.
December 31, 2005 just happens to be the day I woke up…couldn’t feel my knees…collapsed…couldn’t walk for a few months…temporarily lost my scholarship…got put on a bunch of meds (with crazy side effects) I didn’t need…yada yada ya.
This day has a new significance in my life. On January 1st, 2006 I wasn’t celebrating the coming of a new year. I was in Atlanta with swollen joints, scared as hell, worried about the future, and in tons of pain. Not much of a holiday is it?
I’ve been negatively affected by that day for exactly three years. Today I am putting a stop to it. On the day everything started, I am choosing to end it. Instead of waking up as I did January 1st, 2006, I will wake up refreshed and thankful for everything. I will feel optimistic, I’ll know God hasn’t forgotten about me, and I’m officially closing that chapter of my life. The dark ages are now over.