Driving home this morning, after paying a couple of strangers to do hideous things to my jaw, * I wondered why people always say they see out the old year with a bang!
Okay, apart from the fact that that sounds ridiculously rude, I suppose the traditional and very wasteful fireworks displays that most places seem to put on at New Years' Eve may have something to do with it.
(Come on people. I know they're beautiful, but those fireworks, or at least the cost of them, could do an awful lot for the poor flood-affected Aussies at this time of year).
So apart from the fireworks. Why the cause for celebration?
Oh that's right, because the Crappy Old Year we've just struggled through has made way for a Happy New Year, one that will be bigger and brighter than ever before.
(It's also an excuse for some members of the population to drink far too much alcohol, fall over, vomit and/or walk home barefoot. I, of course, have lived a blameless life and clearly cannot condone such behaviour...).
I don't even want to get started on my Crappy New Year, which was the start of 2010.
I kid you not, it has been the worst year of my life and I cannot wait to wave bye-bye to it.
But good stuff has happened too.
I've found myself (again). I've had fun with the kids; I've laughed with friends and family. I have a gorgeous kitteh Hannah, and sweet and lovable adoptive pets, Russy, Polly Pig, Zsa Zsa, Sushi and numerous gold fish.
I have awesome friends and family, of whom I will never be able to publicly declare my love. (Because I am a Big Wuss and would go All Girly and Cry.)
I've written, quite a lot, and I've had my writing voice encouraged by some of the country's best authors and my lovely literary agent Selwa Anthony. And a few mentors from the past, who I hope to one day grandly thank in the forward to one of my best-selling novels. (Ha!)
I've read, quite a lot, and wish I had time to read more. Australia really has some wonderful wordsmiths, and I urge you to go patriotic wherever possible.
I've found support and friendship from the most unexpected places, and I treasure that.
I know that, in spite of the rough journey I've been on, I've had supporters, and prayers, and helpers on the way, and I love you for that.
And I love the universe, because whatever it brings; the good, the bad and the meh, I learn from all of it.
One day, I hope I can teach it to my kids.
So dear readers: May your New Year be Happy, not Crappy.
Oh, and just to prove I can do wimpy rhymes: It'll be heaven in 2011!
*I have TMJ, which sounds like the name of a bad 80s group, but in fact stands for something far, far worse. I'll write about it one day, but for now, trust me, it hurts almost as bad as giving birth to a human.