Open Letter to the New Year

Dear 2009,

I hope you come with a seatbelt. I took it easy on this year, given what I'm capable of.
Tomorrow morning, you and I will dance like lovers unto we pass out into a double digit decade.

You think you know me...

You haven't even opened your eyes yet.

As for you 2008, You are like a second love. Nothing quite as spectacular as a first, but a definite pair of arms in which I could cry while recovering from 2007. We had some pretty good times. I Think we both took advantage of each other for the better part of our time together. I was too busy to pay much attention to you and as a result, you've shown me how unflattering mediocrity looks with red lipstick.

I'm sorry for all the time we lost, for all the sleepless nights I pushed you aside and for all the times I will surely look back upon what I knew of you and ultimately sigh, wishing I had spent a little more time lost in your embrace rather than studying the past or preparing for the future.

I can't say I will miss you terribly, but I'm positive with time, I will grow to have an even deeper respect for what you've taught me. I don't know if I'd go so far as to say it was love, but we definitely had something we won't soon forget. You brought me back to my roots, 2008. For that, I suppose I owe you my future. Rest assured I will eventually cry with your passing, but give me just a little more time and I think I can make you proud.

I'm sorry I didn't spend more time asleep in the sun, but I'll cherish our times on the interurban trail. And of course, my time spent with Athena. If I leave you with any regrets, it would be that I didn't say I love you enough. I guess we'll never know what could have been.
It's probably better this way.

And so it goes, the clock ticks, clouds shift in the sky and once again, I dance in the arms of uncertainty.