Thursday, December 31, 2009


It's New Year's Eve again when my thoughts turn to failures and disappointments of not only the last year but the last decade. Why don't I concentrate on and celebrate the successes?  But instead my mind turns to the dark side...

Which brings me to something I noticed while visiting family during the holidays...and am especially aware of tonight...New Year's Eve, aka Couples Night. If you don't have a date for New Year's Eve is it really a fate worse than death?  In Florida I was keenly aware of the coupling of America.  I watched the care my mother gave my father after 54 years of marriage, met my sister's new beau who spent Christmas with us, marveled at the  lament of a 10-year old girl about boys in her class,  listened to the discussions of other married couples in my family and wondered about the homeless couple huddled together on a bench under an umbrella clinging to each other for warmth...I also went to four movies this vacation and all of them, if not directly about relationships, had some romantic content.  This includes the newest Disney film which had the usual prince/princess conflict to be resolved as well as a cajun firefly who was in love with a star he mistook for another firefly.  It's everywhere! And most of the time I'm okay with that but on New Year's Eve I start to feel the void, question whether I will always be the woman men love but are not in love with and if being just me will ever be enough?
"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved... loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."  - Victor Hugo


cafe selavy said...

Yes, that's the way we make it seem, eh? I used to cry over stupid Steve Martin movies because I'd never have that sort of all-American family experience. But that is not the way it is.

But I know what you mean.

Nice photo.

And Happy New Year.

beatriz said...

"coupling" is one of the most complex subjects that i can think of. I know what you mean...or at least i know what you mean in my mind and experience. romance.....hmmmm....i would rather be kidnapped by southern california yuppies and force-fed sushi and compelled to go to Disneyland. ha.