NYE was pretty crazy. I was at work all day. My phone rang consistently until it was time to go home. Our acquisition of Wachovia closed at 11:59pm that night just in time to ring in the new year. Yahoo! Emails were fluttering around while I was partying throughout the city.
Jen hosted a very fun, intimate hot pot dinner for ten of us. After dinner and while they were gearing up for rock band, I headed over to my friend Kok’s place. He always throws blow-out parties. I was shocked, but shouldn’t have been surprised, that a good contingent of my close burning man friends were there. There were a lot of screams as we realized we would be ringing in the new year together.
After a few rounds of champagne, I rushed home and forced myself to sleep so that I could wake up for a raging 6am party–considered ‘the’ new year’s party in San Francisco. When we got there at 8am, after eating breakfast at Mel’s Diner, there was a line wrapped around the block that took about 45 minutes to get in. It was a crazy crazy party. Lots of people. Great DJs and music. Several floors, rooftop, back deck. We left at noon so I could take a friend home and also recuperate at home for half an hour, then I went straight back and danced until 4.
I didn’t do any drugs but I felt like I had. All the dancing and lack of sleep can get to you. I picked up a salad from Whole Foods, rented Forgetting Sarah Marshall from Blockbuster, and snuggled in bed as I laughed and laughed. What a joyous movie! Why didn’t anyone ever tell me to watch this. It’s exactly what I needed to stop thinking thoughts about certain losers. MOVE ON! This is the best break-up movie. It gives me hope. Not that I broke up, but simply broken-hearted.
While dancing I thought of a new year’s resolution. No drama. I told everyone because I want to get it out there. I don’t want any drama in my life. I know I’m the one who creates it. I just need to stop the silly intense thoughts in my head.
My girlfriend said, “As long as you do what makes you happy, then everything is fine. Don’t give a fuck what others think. Do what makes you happy. That’s it. That’s the secret of life.”
My guy friend said, “Yeah, you know, I don’t have drama in my life except when there are girls around. They’re the ones who bring drama.”
So I don’t want to be that girl anymore. I want people to respect me and how I live my life out. And I want to do the right thing. Easier said than done, but I really want to do what’s right.
I used to always come up with a list of goals at the beginning of the year and by the end of the year, I had usually accomplished most of them. I think I stopped a year or two back. I should do that again. Then remember to look at my list so I remember what I’m striving for.
Here’s a draft of what I’m thinking.
I want to be healthy—really healthy. I want to see a psychiatrist and really determine if I’ve got a chemical imbalance that I can offset with anti-depressants.
I want to feel healthy by doing more active things. Hike once a week. Run 3x a week.
Pray and believe. Be clear about what I want, pray for it, ask for it, and believe I’ll receive it. Pray every day. Go to church every week.
Kick ass at work. Get promoted. Get a huge bonus.
Fall in love with myself. Go out and experience things I wouldn’t–even if I’m doing it alone. Have fun. Enjoy life. If I’m loving life, then people will love me and want to be around me for a lifetime.