I have officially crawled over the imaginary wall from youth into old age. This year, for the first time I can ever remember, I am spending New Year's Eve at home. Not only am I at home, but I am doing nothing, and I'm doing it by myself. Mikayla is in bed, as is Adam. He has to be at work at 4:00 a.m. At this point, you might be feeling sorry for me, but that is not my intent. I am actually perfectly OK with doing nothing.
That's why I am now old. In my younger years, I would have to know where the action was; where the party was; where everyone would be; what was happening. I replay my memovies (that's memory movies - remembering events in your life, but you are watching from a distance like a movie) in my mind. I chuckle at myself for the mischief I got into.
I remember one particular New Year's Eve, and I said to a friend, "The day I don't do anything on New Year's Eve is the day I'm old." And so we have it, friends.
I think it's weird though, how OK with being home I really am. I could be out with friends, but I wanted to stay home. I wanted to do nothing tonight. That's so outside of who I have been in years past. I guess people really do grow up and get responsible. As the song says, "some people change." Or they just get old.
