It's not that I was dreading 2017.
I've had better years than 2016 - and I've had much worse. So the tolling of the bell at midnight was not an emotional thing.
I celebrated.
Quietly.
Some years have been celebrated loudly, others I've slept through.
This year I missed the ball dropping. I was awake and looking forward to watching it drop. Getting my New Years kiss. My alarm was set so I could tune in and then I kind of got lost along the way.
All of a sudden it was 12:02 am and I missed it.
It's probably an indicator of what the coming year will hold for me.
What else am I going to just be a day late and a dollar short on?
