I really don’t care that much about New Year’s Eve. I’m not a partier, I’m not a drinker, I don’t stay up until Midnight. We are going to a friend’s house for a New Year’s dinner, but we’ll be home long before the changeover. (Note: I did not mention a sphere descending. Nor will I. Times Square can go pound sand.)
I’m more interested in tomorrow, when I take down all the Christmas stuff and pack it away. I like that. I like the swept up look. Start the year clean. Beyond that, I’m just glad that life will get back into routines.
Not that I haven’t enjoyed Christmas, or the time off. But after a while, I just want my regular life back.
And no, I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. I just go on with things. If I haven’t done it previously, I won’t do it now. I’ll make changes when I think of them, rather than saving them up in a big batch for the beginning of a year. That’s just overwhelming.
Ain’t I a bundle of cheer today?