On expectations
Every year I look forward to new year’s. More than Christmas, more than birthdays, more than even time off work. I generally start getting excited and feeling the build up in early August.
In the true spirit of Western cliches, I could provide a lengthy description of how this slow buildup always ends in fizzling disappointment. I could probably throw in something witty about our patriarchal society and the collective ability of men to perform sexually.
But I’m not going to. Truth is, I never got this excited for December 31 until I first went to the Falls Festival. And over the years - as I’ve started going to the bands I most want to see, rather than spending too much time at the campsite; as I’ve started drinking less and dancing more; as I’ve started leaving my phone at home - this festival has just got better and better. As this post goes up that’s where I’ll be, celebrating the end of a hectic 2011 by singing and dancing until it hurts.
Happy new year everyone.
