getting over it

There are christmas trees in the MYER windows, covered in classy fairy-lights. How is it that there's a difference between classy looking fairy lights, and tacky ones? They're all just lights, right? The classy ones are the ones that fill parisian streets and boutiques that reflect ellegence and price-tags. The tacky ones are put up by 4 year olds (supervised by the 13 year olds), that flash sporadically, with different coloured bulbs. Perhaps the tacky ones should be celebrated more... Whoops. Tangent. My bad.
So, MYER has drawn my attention to the fact that it is getting near to Christmas time, and, ergo, the new year. 2008. Part of me wonders if that number is meant to mean something. It means change for a lot of people, superstitions for others. It reminds me of several things, mostly of people I miss, of progression, and of, becoming a little wiser, perhaps.
A while ago, in fact, a long while ago. I imagined being happy with a simple life because certain things were in it. I even wished for that simple dream. Have you seen those movies where people wish for something, and it comes true, just not in the way they expected? That's happening to me now. I almost have a job I think that would actually help people. I now have the ability to write as i've always wanted, and have the potential to do more with that. I have a family that is strangely all happy, and i mean- everyone, in my family, and, somebody loves me. I just imagined living in another place, having a different job, writing diffent genres and being loved by a different man.
Let me say, now, that I am not complaining. Be careful what you wish for was always an eminent phrase in those movies I talked about. But I have no regrets for wishing those things, because without that wish, the superstitious part of me wonders where I would be now.
It will be 2008 soon. I wonder if things will change again.