I had a fantastic New Years Eve celebration last night. The Lady M and I had dinner at the famous Carlyle Club, complete with entertainment by grammy award-winning vocalist Steve Tyrell and his band. It was a black tie evening, and classic New York. What a treat! The Lady M and I sat dead center, right up against the stage. Let’s me put it this way – we were soooo close to the stage that we had to put our purses on the edge of the platform because there was no room on our table. We marveled at our good luck at landing the best seats in the house!
And I wake up this morning, and as much fun as I had last night, I feel much more at home with the quiet, reflective solitude of this New Years Day. It’s how I usually celebrate this time of year. It’s a grounded place, a more “real” place. And I am reminded of the things that really matter to me.
January 1, 2012 is like a piece of candy I’m slowly savoring – yummy, and a bit bittersweet. It’s a beautiful day out there, and not too cold. And I look forward to an easy walk in the park.