The beginning of a new year is a time of remembrance and reflection. Sometimes, these are not happy.
I remember a classmate from grade school named Fiona Blaha (not a real name but does protect the innocent – me!) I guess in this day and age she would be called a bully.
I don’t know why she had it out for me, but every chance she got like standing in the cafeteria line or sitting next to me in class, she taunted me. I was developing fast in grade school. Fiona particularly enjoyed poking at my emerging breasts and pointing them out to the other kids. What could I do? They were just there.
I now like to think that possibly Fiona was jealous of me. Was she jealous of my superior intelligence? My fashion sense? My breasts? This went on for a few grades and I defended myself by keeping to myself and avoiding her. Eventually, maybe she discovered boys or her own breasts started developing on her skinny chest or whatever, but it was no longer fun for her to make fun of me.
So, Fiona, if you are out there, here’s a wish for you from me for 2015: I hope you have the same out-of-body experience that I do in a department store changing room trying on bathing suits. Nah, nah, nah!
But that is in the past. Other things bother me today.
After the New Year’s celebrations are over, the energy level of the atmosphere drops to zero. People take down holiday decorations. Sparkly things disappear. Strings of lights come down. Poinsettias loose red leaves. No more friendly holiday greetings. Christmas music ceases. No more Ho! Ho! Ho! The season is over. It seems like we put frivolity and playfulness away in boxes along with the ornaments. The New Year is here and out come the boxes with let’s get down to business and get things done! Bah, humbug!
Max and I are fortunate to be living in Mexico where holidays are never truly over. Christmas is extended to January 6, El Dia de Reyes, when the three kings (who loved sparkly things) and traveled a long way to see the Jesus child, are honored. Rosca (sweet bread with fruits) is offered along with hot chocolate. A tiny plastic Jesus figure is baked into the bread at intervals (watch your teeth) and whoever discovers it, is obligated to host a party on February 2 for friends and family. A Mexican friend once told us that his aunt is so cheap that if she gets the figure she swallows it so she doesn’t have to give a party.
Could it be that because we have decorated with shiny things and lights and candles and worn sparkly clothes during the holidays that we’re in a better mood? So, why not have lights and decorations and wear sparkly clothes all year? Why not always keep holiday hearts?
The painting is courtesy of my artist friend Juan Carlos and is titled “New Year’s Resolutions.”
Here are my resolutions:
1) Put Fiona and all my other Fionas in a file and press “Delete.”
2) Take “frivolity and playfulness” and put them on my desktop.
From my desktop to yours, I wish you a joyous new year!