Being met with Happy New Year at 1am after an Aussie skinny dip is one thing, hearing Happy New Year on March third is quite another. Ok it is not yet February but I was met with that happy new year revelry last night, which got me thinking.
People generally greet one another with that until they have seen every single person they know, or at least until about now. Anyway about that thinking: What if you celebrated each day like you did each year?
I don’t mean turn your life into the hangover eternal. I mean reflect on each day gone by with as much respect, and look forward to the next one with equal list-setting slash resolution-avoiding slash goal-making (slash irresponsible-bingeing). Not to set yourself up for failure, if you cannot make it a daily endeavour then just a weekly one, or like brushing your teeth. Say to celebrate the orbit of the moon as much as you do that of the sun. That sounds a bit hippy even for me, so then simply to allow the notorious Monday to appeal for sanction for celebration.
When you hear the Carte Blanche chorale don’t despair and weep your way to Monday, celebrate the end of the weekend like you would the end of the year. Look forward to Monday like you would the first, even though it isn’t a holiday.
Considering that celebrate is regarded as a euphemism for booze, this is not encouragement for you to phuza your way through the week. That can stick to Thursdays.
Happy New Year (Or should I save that for February eighth). Happy days. Remember while you celebrate through 2016 to refuse plastics and save a penguin.
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