It’s January 2. I can’t believe how fast these past two weeks have flown. Heck, I can’t believe how fast the last decade went by. On Thursday, I was watching trending topics on Twitter when I came across #tenyearsago. If you’re not on Twitter, I will explain. (And if you are, you should be following me!) A trending topic is a popular tweet category on Twitter. (The hashtag, for those of you who don’t know, puts tweets into a category automatically.) So that means lots of people were reminiscing about what they were doing in 1999. My tweet looked like this:
#10yearsago I was just starting my freelance career. In grad school. Getting ready to go to a hall for a glam NYE celebration.
Back then I was a selfish, bratty 20-something who worked hard, and played just as hard. I didn’t have to take care of anyone except myself, my pets, and occasionally, my husband. My weekends were Friday nights out with the girls, spending all morning Saturday working out (step class, Pilates/yoga, karate class — maybe two), going out again Saturday night with my husband, and sleeping in Sunday. I didn’t do much else. Lots of exercising. Lots of me time. Lots of dinners and clubs and dancing. And lots of work. I was working maybe 50 or 60 hours a week back then because I could, so why not? I remember that New Year’s Eve like it was yesterday. I wore a little black dress — the same one I wore to my ten year high school reunion. We paid too much to dance the night away at a catering hall. We had lots of fun, and slept very, very late the next day.
This year we were supposed to go away with the kids and some friends. My husband is still having health issues, though, so we decided to stay home instead. No sense spending money when he’s in pain, and not able to enjoy himself. We went out east to visit my in-laws. When we got there, they sent us out to dinner, keeping the kids for us. We didn’t drink. We ate light. Our total bill: $35 including tip. We ended the evening playing Wii Just Dance with some dear friends. My husband was in bed by 1:30. I stayed up cleaning for an extra hour or so. Yesterday we hosted a brunch here for our families. Two very quiet days.
I always hear people say that they wish they could go back in time and relive younger days. In fact, yesterday I asked my husband when we had become irrelevant. We’re parents now. We’re not exciting. We don’t set trends. Sure, we’re still in the coveted advertising demographic, but truth be told we’re not the ones buying the Mustangs (my husband’s second car) or the new china sets anymore. But you know what? Even though we’re not exactly movers and shakers, I wouldn’t trade this year’s celebration for that year’s celebration. I wouldn’t go back. (Although I would change my husband’s current intestines and bowels for the ones in his 26-year-old body.) I am so blessed with my children, my friends, my family, my fabulous husband, I think I’ll stay right here in 2010. Besides, once you’ve spent New Year’s Eve in Times Square (did it in 1998) everything else is sort of anticlimactic anyway.
Back to my regular schedule starting Monday. I was a little lax with the postings over the past two weeks. What did you do for New Year’s? Would you ever turn back the clock? If so, would you change anything? I’d love to know. –KB (who, on second thought, might go back for two minutes so she could hug her kitties and dog, and tell a few people how much she truly loved them.)