Island Med Student

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
-T.S. Eliot

It is quite evident that I am getting older. While the rest of New York City rang in the New Year 2010 with champagne, fancy outfits, confetti and noise-makers, I slumbered away in the comfort of my bed, squished between 2 doggies and another human. I considered going out for the celebration, but ended up opting for popcorn and a movie marathon instead.

I do think I made the right choice. Although I only made it to 10:30 last night, I woke up this morning feeling super refreshed and ready to tackle the new year. I have spent the day cleaning, organizing, and going for a nice long run into Manhattan, none of which would have been possible had I stayed up super late last night partying on the city’s streets.

It’s not that I have found myself too old for some good ole fashioned partying. It’s just that I have found myself doing less and less of it. It’s all about the balance of things.

There was also something strangely exhilarating and slightly mystifying about running in a blur with my dogs past folks on the street this morning who were obviously still quite intoxicated and/or hadn’t yet gone to sleep from the night before. It makes for a fun and speedy juxtaposition of things.

The top photo in this post was taken in Brooklyn New Years Day 2005 (which one is me?!). The second photo was taken on the way to New York for New Years 2006 (Micah and Me). The last one is my doggy Scope’s squished face last night while awaiting the New Year 2010. Evolutions galore.