If you live it up, you won't live it down.

The end of another calendar year has spun around. It has always seemed a strange time of year to celebrate the changing of the year. It could happen on any old day of the year on our trip around the sun. If you think about it much, the winter solstice would be a better day as the days begin to get longer and the end of cycle of growing night ends. The celebration happens close enough to the solstice that it doesn’t really matter that it isn’t really on the exact day. How it came to be a night of drinking until your eyeballs fall out is a mystery and it has been a good long time since I’ve rung in the new year with a resounding hangover. Nothing like the thumping of the twelve beats hammering on your noggin all the next day. On weakened knees, you promise to Bacchus that you won’t pay homage as fervently the next time or forsaking the god of wine all together in that moment of defeat. However, the next year, there you are raising a cup to the lord of the grape… Feel free to insert your beverage of choice and appropriate god of your drink. Hopefully the repeat of the cup raising doesn’t repeat in screaming at your footwear and why would you name your shoes Ralph anyway. Fortunately I learned that drinking doesn’t actually kill brain cells. Well it does if you die of alcohol poisoning but otherwise you are safe, because, we all know a person who has drank enough booze to kill the brains of several people. Unfortunately, I’m not sure I’ve learned much more than that during the year and I remain as unevolved as I have been. I did learn one other thing but, I’m not sure how useful the information is at this point or if it is at all. Then my favorite part of the new year calendar flip ritual are the promises to be better people and not the worthless meat sacks we have been the previous year. Mostly thought we end up being the same old people we were when we started the whole ring in the new calendar celebration. Those promises were just noise to fill in space and there was no intention of making good on them anyway. As of late I’ve flipped the calendar in a rather uneventful fashion, which I’m not sure I prefer apart from the obvious lack of a hangover. Living January one, sans the headache has been nice, even if it is a little boring. Boring is probably a bit too harsh a critique but it certainly has a lot more solitude. The solitude has added to my cynicism which may or may not be a good thing. Looking back over the year past, it has been harder to keep looking back and not be tempted to look forward and wonder how many more of these calendar flop overs remain which has more to do with a certain day that happened a while back. The changing of the calendar hasn’t woken in me a resolve to do anything differently but perhaps do to it with a little more purpose than I have and perhaps that information I learned will be useful. Perhaps it won’t be useful. So with a cup of Sir Arthur’s brew, I raise it up, tip it back and swallow the frothy bitter sweet ale and savor the taste and remember that you have to follow your dreams or they will die and kill you in the process. Happy New Year, follow the path you want and ignore those that would stand in your way or make you doubt your heart. Thank you to those who sent me post cards in 2014, you know who you are. Well, that’s all for now, other stuff to follow most likely Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday Today’s title: Lyrics from Tom Waits, “Hold On” – Mule Variations Thank you for reading, please subscribe, Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood. Ciao, Invisible Don PS 3 / PS4 Gamer Tag: invisible don Invisible Don PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015 Send me Post Cards … I love Post Cards