The First Day of the New Year

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Today’s Perfect Moment was spending the first day of the year with my girlfriend. We couldn’t go out and celebrate, but we managed to find a quiet way of celebrating. We had Chinese takeout from an overwhelmed restaurant, some good on demand TV, and some Happy emotions when the year changed.

We spent today eating an interesting breakfast that only a diminished pantry could supply along with some strong coffee to face the challenging year ahead. We are definitely hoping for a better, calmer, and more positive new year.

Sadly, Notre Dame, could not deliver on the promise of a solid year of football. While sports does not really matter in the big scheme of things, I would have loved a positive start to the New Year in this regard.

I have decided that this year will not have me looking back and analyzing the past year. It really isn’t necessary until we get beyond the pandemic. Hopefully then I can look back with some real perspective.

My year started off pretty good. I hope it continues.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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3 Responses to The First Day of the New Year

  1. I don’t want to review last year either. I spend enough time agonizing the past… 🙄

    Sounds like you had a nice New Year’s. All the best for next year!

    🎉🎊🙂

  2. retrodee says:

    We get Chinese take out every year for New Year’s Eve! It’s tradition! Happy New Year and Happy Weekend.

  3. capejohn says:

    I always loved a movie and Chinese food on Christmas. Since grandchildren however, it’s traveling to exotic places like Atlanta or Boulder to be with them. By 4 PM I’m all pooped out. I never thought of moving that tradition to New Year’s Day. Next year though.

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