I’ve always loved New Year’s. At our house, we invite our gaming group over, play a bunch of board games, get drunk, make inappropriate jokes, and then toast the ball dropping with more inappropriate jokes about the ball dropping. Then we go to bed way too late and go out to breakfast the next morning while the rest of our town is still hungover. It’s developed into a nice tradition.
I even like resolutions. Okay, I don’t really care about all the ones that come across my Facebook feed. (No one cares about your cumulative calories burned in 2014. Step away from the Fit Bit and come up for air.) Also, I give a resolute middle finger to the fat-shaming weight loss commercials that will saturate my TV programming for the next month. But counting the new year as a way to make a fresh start, to set some goals and make plans for achieving them? Yeah, I love that! That’s great stuff. I’m a big fan of goals.