It has been one of those rare nights where everything just seems to work and all the planning - or, sometimes, lack thereof - have made it worthwhile in the end. And I am sitting at home now, thinking that what I really need in Miami is more nights like this to remind me that despite all the things I dislike intensely about living here, there are shining moments that make it all worthwhile.
I am wondering if there is a secret formula as well. Is there some sort of magic number of new and old friends, places visited and activities partaken that make one night more particularly outstanding than another? I am truly not sure. Sometimes I have had glorious nights just me and a close friend and other nights, it has been me and 200 strangers and I feel the only variable has been my willingness to go out and have a good time. So, perhaps there is some truth that it is all in an attitude.
Nevertheless, I can remember countless times where I have stepped out of my house, excited about the night ahead and without the momentum to sustain that attitude and those thoughts, the night has taken a rather shocking turn for the worst. I have willed nights to be better; I have sat down and analyzed my thoughts, trying to turn them towards a better cast and ultimately, I have failed.
In the end, I think I am just more willing to try this year. I have made my resolutions and I am resolved to stick to them. I am more open to pursuing opportunities when and where they arise and sometimes, I stepping outside of my normal strictures and doing things I would not have dreamed of in the past. I am still sometimes appalled at my behaviour. Not because I find the things I do reprehensible, but because it is so far outside of the way I have programmed myself to act that I feel as though I am being naughty. And, yet, if others I call friends do not mind and it has positive results, who am I to argue?
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