|"Alcohol is a diuretic (meaning it removes fluids from the body) so drinking too much can lead to dehydration. Dehydration is what causes many of the symptoms of a hangover." *source... Yeah, I'm just too lazy to look it up today|
My own rowdy days are (mostly) in the past so no hangovers here, but I remember the days well enough to have some sympathy for those who did over-indulge last night (Slipper, Combat Boot - I'm looking at you & waggling my eyebrows).
Mr Shoes was working (essential services personnel don't get a holiday off unless it falls on their regular leave), so I was by my lonesome for new years eve, but I was too busy with my own rituals to be lonely.
Each December 31st, before the clock strikes midnight, I full-meal-deal clean my house... I'm talking spic & span, every little thing squared away. A relaxing shower follows the frenzy of cleaning, then fresh jammies. Every piece of garbage has to be outside the house before midnight as well; once it's all gathered I set it by the door, leaving one bag open a little in case I have a last minute toothpick or tissue. Just before 12 out it goes, & I feel a deep satisfaction.
It's not really about the cleaning & the garbage though, that is more just a tangible expression of my true intent. My ritual is more about cleaning my soul... if that makes sense to anyone but me.
I wish to end each year by purging from my heart any anger or hard feelings that may have lingered, to rid myself of pain & sorrow, & to prepare myself to again welcome love from wherever & whomever it comes knocking.
With fresh eyes every January 1st I do not see barriers, but only wondrous possibilities. My ritual re-energizes me so that I may greet the new year dismissing false limitations & believing in my ability to thrive.
Some people are determined to carry their baggage forever; I may feel a little pity for them, but I cannot carry it with them. Maybe they fancy themselves martyrs, but to what cause I can't imagine.
I want to see all the ways that I can go - the peaceful country roads that I love, the winding paths that end up leading to nowhere, & the deer trails through the bush alike.
I want to be unencumbered & free to choose whichever one pleases me... until it pleases me no longer, & then I just go in another direction. It may sound a little aimless & messy but, for me, all I wish to see is the wide open spaces, endless bounty, & beautiful horizons that feed my soul.
| In 2017, Feed Your Soul, my Friends.|
Feed your Soul.