New Years. Another year gone and another disappointment. HA! I’m just kidding. 2013 was great. I can’t complain. But 2014…oh boy…2014 better watch out, this is going to be a great year.
I love spending New Years in different places. It means seeing how people all over the world celebrate it and for some reason, I had high expectations for Hawaii. Fireworks, bon fires, and music are what came to mind and I guess that happened in the south, but not on the north side of the island.
My family wasn’t sure how we were going to celebrate the New Year. We were banking on the idea of hanging around Hanalei Bay, being told earlier lots would be going on around there. After having turkey dinner at the house, we packed up and left for the beach, hoping for a spectacular night. To our disappointment, the bay was barren and dark when we arrived. Plan A failed.
All week we had been trying to convince dad to buy fireworks for New Year’s Eve, but he was set in his answer, no. Finally, when we had no idea what to do for the night, dad agreed to buy some. Well, when we showed up to the Big Save, we were disappointed again, they were sold out of fireworks. Plan B failed.
Most of us were tired at this point and driving around was wasting our night, so we went back to the house, not even sure if we would be able to stay up until midnight. Proving true, I seemed to be the only one still set on having a good night. When 2 out of the 6 of us went to bed, I decided to head out to the beach by myself. This was at 10:30. I figured I would sit on the beach for an hour an a half, in the dark, by myself, watching the waves until midnight, and wish Happy New Years to the stars in the sky. As I walked along the beach, I found a an abandoned fire. “At least I’ll be warm.” I thought.
I do not mind being by myself. Especially with the sound of waves crashing on shore. It was peaceful. I was content. But within five minutes, a stranger started walking towards me. He stopped by my fire and asked if it was mine. I said no and told him my family was being lame, so I was out here all by myself on New Years. He introduced himself and said he was checking this fire for hot coals so he could burn his christmas tree. I told him to bring it and ran back to the house to gather those who were still up.
We met the guy and his wife back on the beach and watched as he sprawled the tree across the coals. Within seconds it burst into flames, and I, overcome with excitement, backed away from the heat and realized this is exactly what my resolution would be. I want to live in the moment. I do not want to fret about the future, hoping my plans will turn out. I also don’t want to be disappointed in the past, wishing things worked out differently. I want to live in the moment. I want to be content in the present. And as I watched the flames rise higher and higher, I knew I was living in the moment. I didn’t care we didn’t have everyone in the family there to watch. I didn’t care we didn’t light our own fireworks. What mattered was the fire before me and the way it was making me feel right then.