What a numerically auspicious day!
I have made wishes as the clock strikes 11:11 since I discovered the superstition as a child. I spent most of 1.1.11 making wishes, planning my intentions for the year, and yes, even devising a couple reluctant 'resolutions' to mark the fresh start.
- Write more!
- Set clear(er) boundaries
- Speak my truth
- Live more fully in the present moment
- Take things less personally
- Drink more water
I imagine that I was not the only soul watching the televised ball drop in Times Square.
However, was I the only one wondering why Ke$ha in her green Lip Smacker and those gaudy "2011" plastic eye covers was chosen to help ring in the new year on camera?
Members of aging boy bands New Kids on the Block and The Backstreet Boys blandly resolved to spend more time with family or exercise more. Seacrest wore his best Guy Smiley face and pretended to give a shit.
Then Ke$ha blurted that she intended to "not be a douche bag."
Jeff Lebrecque finds this comment "irreverent" and "refreshing." I, conversely, think that the pop tart, by virtue of that very comment, could not sound morel like a D-bag. That plan for 2011 is working as well as my intention to remove refined sugar as a staple of my diet.
On January 1st, I awoke with a mild hangover and remedied it with a spoonful of Nutella, chased with condensed milk-sweetened espresso. Better luck setting boundaries and writing more...
Good luck with that those douche-y aspirations, girl. You have inspired me to add another resolution to my 2011 list: to continue to not listen to any of Ke$ha's music.