New Year’s Eve Traditions and Last Year’s Memories

Did you ring in the New Year with champagne, clappers, fireworks and a kiss at midnight or at home, comfy in your jammies, watching the ball drop? No matter how you spent the last night of 2012 I’m willing to wager that you spent some energy visualizing what you would like to accomplish for 2013: your New Year’s Resolution.

Wait! Don’t Tell Me!

In fact, don’t tell anyone. Listen to Derek Sivers‘ wise words about why you shouldn’t tell others your goals.

“Telling someone your goals makes them less likely to happen,” Sivers explains in his TED talk “Keep Your Goals To Yourself.”  If you don’t share your goal, you won’t receive that feel-good affirmation. You’ve  still got that wonderful nagging that there’s still work to do. So hush up and make it happen this year.

New Year’s Eve Traditions

So instead of sharing your resolution, what are your New Year’s Eve Traditions?  So much can happen in a year. How do you keep  a record of all the wonderful things that have occurred in this last year of your life?

We have a memory jar.

Memory Jar

The idea for a Memory Jar came  a la Pinterest. Only the original pinner wrote the cute sayings her child had said throughout the year and would read them when she was feeling down. My variation is to jot down notes of important dates, milestones or moments that we want to remember and then read them on New Year’s Eve with hubby and a little bubbly.

Here are some highlights:

Memory Jar

Hotel St Francis logo

A token to remember our Santa Fe Surprise Adventure.

Jerry Seinfield at Comerica Theater note

2012 was filled with laughter. The professional kind. We were fortunate to see the following comedians: Jerry Seinfeld, Lewis Black, Bill Engvall,  Kathleen Madigan, Bobcat Goldthwait, Dana Carvey, Kevin Nealon and Anjelah Johnson.

Farmer's Market Note

We discovered 10 Reasons To Go To Our Local Farmer’s Market

Luis Alberto Urrea

The first time I went to Changing Hands Bookstore it was to escape a haboob. The second time was to meet Luis Alberto Urrea, author of the Hummingbird’s Daughter.  Funny story about that day. I was very excited about meeting one of my favorite authors but I never did ask him anything. Advice. About his book. How could I become a better writer? (I did later send him a tweet and he responded!) In part it was nerves, but mostly it was because of something else that happened that day.

Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow

I also met poet and now good friend, Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow, that day.  As we stood in line to have Luis Urrea sign our books, we struck up a conversation  as if though we had already been friends. Later in 2012, Cynthia encouraged me, as did “the man to [her] right” (check her blog to get the reference), to become a better me.

Time For Accolades

Thank you for taking the time to read these posts, sharing your thoughts and liking the post by clicking on that little gold star icon. As comedians appreciate your applause and laughter, writers (and especially bloggers!) love the instant gratification of your feedback.

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog and shared neat-o facts with me. Things like:

4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 27,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 6 Film Festivals. Click here to see the complete report.

However, none of those factoids would be possible without you. So, thanks to you, dear reader. I’m wishing you a wonderful 2013 wherein you can find the determination to go after your goals, the kindness you owe yourself when you don’t succeed at the first attempt and a touch of crazy to keep trying until you succeed.

Littlest Martha New Year's Toast

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Allow me to re-introduce myself

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Blogging Again – What Is There To Talk About?

It’s been a little quiet on this lil-o-blog of mine. Sorry readers for the hiatus but really there was nothing to talk about. In fact, I’ll get you up to speed right now:

Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

While I don’t expect that core string of that pattern — work. eat. sleep. — to go away for quite some time I am happy at the prospect that my new job presents: time after work for me to continue having misadventures and to contently ramble on about my silly observations.

Said another way: I see more time to write again — blogging, short stories, novels, poems. And this is very good for my soul.

Who Am I? What’s This Blog About Anyway?

Great, great questions. I follow many bloggers and they must be more Type-A than I as they all seem to have themes and stick to them: adventures as a new mom, someone who loves to cook, someone who loves to eat, someone who likes to try things out on Pinterest.

I guess my theme would be a rambler or someone who tries new things for better or worse. Eh, too long. Guess I was born to be a rambling woman. Kinda fitting — the Allman Brothers wrote Little Martha too and that is who I am; who I will always be: Martita.

Now for the purpose of this blog, well, it’s a grab-bag of things. While not quite a journal (I’ll spare you. Be grateful.), it’s more the after-math of what happens when I follow Red Smith’s sage advice: “You simply sit down at the typewriter, open your veins, and bleed.”

Upcoming Projects And Goals

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I do have goals. Some small and achievable and others not so small and certainly achievable but maybe more time consuming. And wouldn’t you like to know what they are? Maybe not.

Now don’t get offended reader, in fact, I’m glad you’re here taking time out of your busy day to read my silly little blog — it makes me feel special that my words/posts/observations matter to you and together we have found some common ground.

However, I have looked back in to my archives and have seen moments where I’ve called on you to keep me accountable. To let me know when I’m not doing the writing prompts or not writing regularly. What I’ve learned: a.) I can’t count on you and truly b.) it was never your responsibility, and really I can’t keep myself accountable?!

Actually, the real reason for my not sharing my goals from weight loss to growing as a writer, I’ve learned that it’s best to keep my mouth shut. Derek Sivers can explain it better:

But don’t worry, I’ll be ready to share the successes or misadventures of these new goals!

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