2008: The Witching Hours

A little New Years trivia:  In Mexico, people eat one grape with each of the 12 clock chimes at midnight, and make a wish for the coming year. In Venezuela, they wear yellow underwear for a year of good luck. In Japan, people eat soba because long thin noodles symbolize longevity, and at midnight, temple bells ring 108 times, matching the 108 attachments in the mind that need to be purified before the New Year. And in Thailand, where I personally brought in 2007, the village people (literal village people) make a bon fire, circle dance and chant around said fire, eating sticky rice out of bamboo sticks.  (Yeah, that was pretty cool.) And here - we just try to find the best party, the best party dress, and hope to get a nap in before the festivities. Or is that just me?

I'm haven't been a New Years resolution kind of girl in recent years, for no particular reason. That said, today I found myself swearing off this bloody sugar addiction of mine...tomorrow, of course.  My general sense of discipline, usually a conviction of self-care coupled with the natural laws of cause and effect, has gone AWOL (absent without official leave) and I'm indulging every fatty, sugary craving I have, to the point of sabotage!  SO THANK GOD I have an excuse to stop this madness, the excuse being 2009, and hopefully the ole' New Years resolution gig will last beyond the sentiment.  And my thighs, waist line and head space will be all the better for it.

Hope you sail into the New Year with grace, ease and an evolving sense of personal style and humor.  Friction is soooo 2008.