I wondered about Dick Clark last night, sounding so frail and fragile and wondered if he had wanted to be out there "rockin in the New Year" or if this was his agent's idea. I'm assuming it was his, but regardless it made me sad, but probably for my own reasons. If Dick Clark is aging, then so am I, I thought and I felt not only for him in that moment, but for myself and my own little family - more reminders of mortality. No amount of Veuve Cliquot can cure you of this unsettled feeling. No doubt, Dick wanted to be there and no doubt, i'll get over myself as well, but that doesn't make the point any less valid; that each New Year is but a reminder of what is to come and then, what may never come again. The bitter and the sweet (and you do need both) because the sweet is never so sweet without the bitter...
I welcome the year; I open all the doors and windows to let the old year out and the new year in (an old European custom that we used to do when I was little) and I take it full on with the succor it demands while still knowing that I need to remember this moment, that I need to remember this day because snap your fingers and it will be gone.
Have a great 2006; relish every moment of it.