A new year...

Happy New Year

To bring the new year in alone. To bring the new year in at home. I sit and think of years past, years spent waiting for a new year. The year for change. A year for a new beginning. Here it is, Happy New Year! I find myself at 31 years of age, wondering what becomes of me. Who am I? A woman. A black woman. An intelligent, black woman. A very blessed, very intelligent, black woman. And here it is, the new year, happy new year. Here alone in my house, a house that was lent to me by the big guy. I didn’t do this all alone. However, here in the interim, I am allowed to call it my own, my home! I bring the 2003 year in with many changes. Some I have warranted and accepted, others that are progressing before my eyes. Happy New Year. Do I stand up at midnight and yell this aloud to myself. It’s a new year with new beginnings. Or do I wish for times past and escape the newness of this year. I could be out right now. I had a few friends call and see what I was up to. If I would be going out and getting “drunk” or getting in the streets. I chose to remain here in my home, alone. To be with myself is something uncanny of me. The television tempts my “club-soul”. But I am okay being here with me. Relaxing. Enjoying my environment.

Happy New Year Latoya!

I love you

Me