I resent my body and its annoying needs, its troublesome memories and emotions, its alarming register of the passing years. But I have learned time and time again that it is my only way back to feeling grounded and present in the world.
Whatever you end up doing on New Year's, there is often this sinking feeling that really you should be doing something else. That your true life -- the one that involves sipping great champagne, wearing an excellent dress and cracking wise with a bevy of smart, sexy singles -- is out there.
The second act is watching the joy my wife gets being around her two girls... or the pride I get when they grab my hand to hold it just one more time. The second act is teaching them to ride bikes, watching them play with their toys, seeing them grow out of each little outfit.
As I see it, I have three choices: Follow up on that query letter to Saint Nick, cancel our plans to attend a party or get crying, cursing and cobbling.
Soon we will be celebrating the day we met nearly seven years ago. It has been an incredible amazing fantastic voyage and we cannot wait to see what happens in 2014!
This year, instead of creating a new set of goals and resolutions, I've decided to create a contract. This is a contract with myself, on the everyday behaviors and perspectives I can incorporate so I can grow -- so that I can be the best version of "me," that I can be.
Even if you haven't a clue what it means, Auld Lang Syne evokes an undeniable sentimentality, a disorienting nostalgia, an instantaneous affection for the people around you at that exact moment; loved ones and strangers alike. A New Year stands before you, brimming with possibility.
China has a tendency to make prognosticators look foolish. Still, I'll happily make one prediction for 2014: at least one China story will break that has a fact-is-stranger-than-fiction feel to it.
Regardless of which type of person you are, you could always be less stupid. Below, the answers to several New Year's Eve questions... and knowing the answers will make you less stupid
With Christmas in the rear view mirror, and New Year's just up ahead, it's the perfect time to reflect on the year gone by, and thank everyone in the HuffPost community for helping make 2013 such a record-shattering year for us. Last month, HuffPost attracted 94 million unique visitors, with nearly 45 percent of that traffic coming from our eight international editions (with Brazil and Korea joining the fold in the next two months). HuffPost Live continues to make news and attract views -- nearly 110 million in November, and over 750 million since it launched. And our Third Metric initiative -- devoted to redefining success beyond money and power to include well-being, wisdom, wonder and giving -- has taken off across the globe in a remarkable way. Clearly 2013 was a year in which many of us felt the need to bring more mindfulness into our lives and reconnect with what really matters -- a perfect New Year's resolution for 2014.
The key to making your party even more fabulous, even more memorable? Sabering champagne.
Men in dresses and makeup. Women with mustaches and beards. Boas, sequins, feathers, confetti. And it's not even Pride.
When you get to be my age -- and by the way, no, I have no intention of revealing it here (61) -- you tend to pick up some priceless insights. Now, t...
In 2014, however, I'm hoping to work on my patience. Therefore, for this year's "Worst of" list, I'm counting down the 15 times when I unreasonably lost my cool in public.