My Truth About New Year's

I'm not a fan of New Year's. Not the eve, the day, the food, or the resolutions. Of all the holidays, real or Hallmark, New Year's is by far the one I dread the most. I'm not sure there's any one thing that makes this day particularly difficult. It's not like the same thing keeps happening year after year--after all, that's the very definition of insanity. No matter my intention, circumstances conspire and the eve/day ends up, well...sucking for one reason or another.

Even if you don't make resolutions--which I avoid--it's difficult to escape assessing the past year and looking down the road into the next year. I've done a good job of making myself over into a "glass half full" kind of gal, so why is it that on this holiday, I can only see disappointments and failures? The list of all the things to fix or make over or throw in the trash is longer than the requests made to Santa.

Maybe this is why people drink so much on New Year's Eve. So I'm giving the proverbial finger to New Year's once again. If not for all the hype, it'd just be a day with a lot of football. I'm keeping my head above water today, and definitely getting some writing done. Tomorrow is another day that is NOT New Year's.