I will restate, for the record, that New Year's is my all time favorite holiday. I love the idea of fresh starts and new beginnings and change on the horizon and all that jazz. This year, however, I opted out of celebrating the whole thing. Saturday night I got together with a pack of old high school buddies and partied it up at the bar, leaving me in no shape to do the same the following evening (not that I really wanted that sort of entre in to 2007 anyway). I entered into 2007 in a manner befitting the old lady I am becoming--snug as a bug in my jammers asleep in bed. Bo-ring, but NICE.
Much like Laurie over at Crazy Aunt Purl, I like the year to have some sort of theme. The last year has been about retying the knots that hold me together. For 2007 I hope to keep those threads all looped into a cohesive fabric (can you tell I've still got knitting on the brain 24/7?), but not through the isolation I found so comforting in 2006. So here's a list of my 2007 goals, written in the irritatingly condescending first person to myself: