The future is here.
Did you notice?
This wasn't what I was told the future would be. No meal in pill form. No autoshower machines. No self-driving hovercars. Not even a damned jetpack. Is that so much to ask? A simple jetpack?
I leave 2006 with a tired heart, and I'm sure the rest will catch up soon. At least I hope so. I plan on joining my wife for a nice nights sleep once I know what I face with 2007.
And here it is. I'll try to describe it to those not quite there, so you know what it feels like.
Here's a hint: it ain't too bad so far.
At least it's not 2006. Not that 2006 was altogether horrible, but that would go against my only resolution I plan on keeping for life:
Do it once. Do it right. Don't look back.
So far, it feels like 2006, but later.
Not newer.
I hope the morning finds me that new feeling. Something fresh, perhaps slightly exciting. I'm not hoping for the "I just won the lottery feeling" excitement - I prefer to sail a smoother sea. And it lacks freshness. I wouldn't appreciate my newfound riches. Pass, please.
I'm definitely not hoping for the "I like waking up to work for my new Alpha Centaurian overlords," because I still owe my wife one honeymoon to France (2.5 years and waiting) and while she is grotesquely interested in foot-stomped wine, I doubt she would enjoy a year of slave-labor in the graponium orchards (it's kind of a Alpha Centaurian renewable power thing - don't ask.) And as much as it is probable, I'm looking for slightly less exciting and definitely not that new.
I don't know what 2007 will smell like. The oddly delightful hotel pool smell? Burnt hair & honeysuckle? Rice steaming to fluffly deliciousness?
My apologies to any west coast readers who find my exploration of 2007 so far removing all magic of the future. I know the feeling. For many days I didn't see a future because I kept seeing someone else take it first. It was there. I was just too worried about a different future than the one before me.
But 2007 hasn't disappointed me yet. It smells a bit different, for sure, only due to Napoleon's flatulence. I may be gagging, but I'm not altogether angry. How could I be? I guess burnt hair & honeysuckle is looking like the opening leader, but I'm secretly pulling for hotel pool smell.
So welcome 2007.
Happy new year, my progressive friends.
Something says to me, through organic dog farts & my new years celebratory beer, that this will be a good year.
But now matter how good mine is, I wish you one better.
