I mostly hate New Year's Eve. If you'd been able to peek in on me on December 31, you would have seen a very grumpy woman whose fight, flight, or freeze system was in overdrive because of all the fireworks going off. Who even uses fireworks anymore?! Miraculously, my toddler stayed asleep and I was in bed by 10.
Even though I feel pretty anti-NYE, I always enjoy New Year's Day. The sense of hitting "reset," the feelings of newness and threshold-crossing, and the palpable opportunities for change are really lovely. I feel all of those things, but I'm also really tired and craving wintry rest.
