Rosslyn was one of those people. The year she was looking back upon had not exactly been the best year ever. There had been losses, challenges and hard times she hadn't thought she'd make it through. On more than one occasion, Rosslyn felt like she'd recreated that iconic Bridget Jones scene, on the couch in her PJs with a block of chocolate and a glass of wine, that sad old redone Eric Carmen song playing loudly from her player as she half sang, half sobbed along, at least a thousand times. Certainly so many that she had long ago lost count. In any case, she was anxious for the new year. She couldn't wait to stand, looking back at it, waving it goodbye, confident in the knowledge that she could leave it behind in the past. Like someone desperately wanting a webpage to reload, Rosslyn was pressing so hard on the refresh button, staring so intently at the clock on the wall as the seconds took minutes to go by, that the pressure could have broken the computer mouse, or the clock hands, or both, quite easily. Rosslyn longed for the new year. Rosslyn longed for the opportunity to hit 'refresh'.
Rochelle on the other hand sat on her balcony, half-full champagne glass in hand and a big smile on her face as she reflected on the year that had been. The downs and the ups, the lows and the highs, the bad times and the good. This year, all things considered, had been pretty darn good. Nothing majorly bad had happened, she'd finally landed the job of her dreams and had gotten a brand new car and her very own place. Just to top it all off. Many a moment this year had made her want to echo Liesel's ecstatic squeal at the end of 'Sixteen Going On Seventeen' in the Sound Of Music. As she laid back in her chair and took a casual sip of her sparkly bubbles, Rochelle had to admit, her year had been pretty great.
Though the rides had been different and for different reasons, both Rosslyn and Rochelle could agree that that year had been a roller coaster. Both were eager for that fateful strike of 12 that would wash the year anew.
Suddenly, Rosslyn stopped flicking channels. The words of one of the TV New Years celebrations coverage host's had caught her attention. "Wherever you are, right now, whatever you're doing. However this year has gone, take this opportunity to reflect, right now, on what's happened this year..."
Rochelle's ears pricked up as the sound of the New Year's TV coverage sailed through the open door and into her ear, tickling it with it's whisper.
"Take this opportunity now, on the verge of that stroke of midnight to make a wish for the year ahead. Think about your hopes and your dreams for this new year. Take a breath and get ready to step into it."
As the TV host had recommended, Rosslyn breathed in deeply, proceeding to hold her breath as the host on TV continued. "Remember, from that stroke of midnight, the reset button has been hit. You have a fresh start, a whole brand new year to do with it what you will." So make the most of it." The host on TV took a deep breath as a big, bright smile spread across her lips. "And, without further ado, let the countdown begin!"
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
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