Why New Years Eve is Worth Celebrating

New Years Eve… If I had to pick a favorite holiday, this would probably be it. That may seem like an odd choice, but the grand ideas of shedding away the previous year’s sins to embrace a whole new outlook has always been so inspiring to me. So much more than just a reinvigoration to lose weight or make improvements, I feel like New Years Eve embodies the human spirit of transformations and change.

I always used New Years Eve as a celebration of self freedom. So often do we enclose ourselves into self imposed rules and regulations of what we should do and how we should act. Too stuck in these revolving doors of rat races to realize that we have far more choices than we typically think. Every year, and realistically, every day, we have this amazing chance to cease all of those things that we dislike, that bring us down, that disrupt our peace. We can wake up and begin again as a person with a more beautiful soul, an open heart and endless freedom. The choices and chances really are there every day. Just waiting for us to stand up and seize them. Your previous choices don’t doom you or define you as a person. The only things we truly own are the choices we make now, in the present. Consider Les Miserable for a moment. What matters most is what we do today. And we are all capable of so much.

If that isn’t a reason to celebrate and enjoy a night of festivities, then I don’t know what is. I hope everyone has an excellent New Years Eve, celebrating in whatever way they see fit. May we all wake up to a better world tomorrow.

Yours,

Ze Tsarina

Public Access 26

Oh Thanksgiving…  No other “well meaning” holiday quite brings out my anger like you.  Founded on genocide, celebrated with unhealthy overeating, and forcing me to appease my family.. I can’t say that you’re my favorite holiday.

Instead of being a Grade A jerk, and ranting about the Native Americans, the importance of good eating habits, or how glad I am that I’m nowhere near my family at this time, I think I will instead take a trip to “Public Access 26.”  Nestled on the East Coast, where the skies are so perfect, it can make you cry, and the temperature is Goldilocks.  Not sweltering hot or brisk, but just right.  A light breeze picks up my hair and tosses it to the side like I’m a model posing for a photo shoot.  I lose my insecurities and suddenly feel alive with beauty.  My olive skin is soft and free of blemishes, absolutely kissable.  I smile my pretty little smile and flaunt my lightly colored patterned sundress.  I notice my curves and how my waist pulls in to create my petite hourglass.  I’m so thankful to be here and to feel the sand beneath my bare feet.

What wondrous beauty this beach has.  I’m reminded of the humbling might of the Earth and I revere the nature around me and the far away nature I’ve yet to see in my short life.  How lucky we are to live in such a place.  My face drops and suddenly my heart cries for the devastation that some humans have brought to our earth.  I cannot answer for them and their mistakes, but I can answer for myself and I will try to protect that which cannot protect itself.

I remind myself of the importance of not over extending myself.  I would save everyone and every animal if I could.  I would wrap up the planet into a warm blanket, hold it to my breast, and transfer all the pain onto myself.  I will take all your pain and suffering.  I will solve all your problems.  I will do all your crying for you, just please be happy and tell me thank you.  But, alas, these things are not feasible.  I am no god, and I can barely handle my own problems.  If I can bring myself to a good place, maybe then I can help in more profound ways.  Please wait on me world.  Invest in me and I will invest in you.  Just give me time.

I feel thankful now for my life.  How lucky I am to live past infancy and be able to experience from this buffet.  Thank you.

I send my eyes to the heavens then softly sit on the sand and watch the oceans waves passively roll in.  It’s a beautiful day on this beautiful Earth and the cosmos have granted me this single nicety to enjoy in this fleeting moment.  I can ask for no more than this.

Happy Thanksgiving.  Even if you are like me, and don’t necessarily enjoy this holiday, find your happy place and give thanks as often as possible, not just in the fall or winter.

Thank you for reading my humble little blog and I wish you luck on finding your inner peace, if just for one moment.

Yours,

Ze Tsarina