letters to time 2

Dear 2009,

You know there's a saying, and I don't really remember it, but its something about how a person's year will reflect what they're doing when the clock strikes midnight on the 31st of december. Well I know what I was doing when you came around, and I know how you turned out. I can't say it isn't true, but I'm not sold on it just yet. I don't mind celebrating your departure, and ringing in someone new to do your job, but I've never been fond of the New Year's celebration. The whole fuss about the new year's resolution is probably what upsets me most. I always thought if I didn't like the way something in my life was going, then I would simply change it when it occurred to me that it was wrong. I don't like setting benchmarks of time. Years and months blend, and I nearly never know what day it is. To make goals by such things always seemed preposterous, and to think that the new year is the only time that most people stop and reflect on their life is simply distressing for me to think about. People acting without regard to the consequences and their future? What sort of world do we live in? And soo, I say goodbye, with fond memories, and the promise to look back upon you kindly and remember the best, learn from the worst, and not lie too much about you. We'll always have the time we spent together, and for this, I thank you.

Yours for only a moment,

Claire