Happy New Year to everybody.
I have a hard time with New Year’s Eve and Day, myself. It’s one of a trio of holidays that tend to make me depressed (the other two, in case you’re wondering, are Thanksgiving and Valentine’s Day, with Thanksgiving worse than the other two by light-years). No matter what I’ve accomplished the previous year, I tend to look back on it and feel inadequate. Even this year, when I published a book, was nominated for three writing awards and won one, published one story and sold two, became pregnant, and moved into an awesome new home with my amazing family (best friend, best friend’s husband, godson)…somehow managed to become, in my NYE depressive brain…kind of pathetic. (Trust me, you don’t want to know what the line of, let’s call it “reasoning,” is there.)
So if you’re like me, and the end of the year calls forth devils and difficulties, you’re not the only one. And if you’re able to be all joyous, that’s excellent, and I hope the good cheer lasts all year for you.
Do you have resolutions? Hopes? Plans? Amusing New Year’s anecdotes? Take it away…