New Year, Same Bad Mood

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New Years Eve has always felt like one of those days where you are supposed to be having more fun than you actually are.

I have done almost every kind of New Year’s Eve you can imagine.

I have been in a sequined dress in the middle of the biggest party in downtown Chicago.

I have been asleep in my bed before midnight.

I have hosted a bash complete with champagne toast in vintage glasses.

I had people I didn’t even know attending, so you know it was a wild time.

I have written intentions and literally thrown them into a campfire.

I have declared resolutions and not.

Picked a meaningful word for the year and none at all.

Made a list of goals and had no goals.

I have done a countdown at 8 pm with young kids.

I have had blowers, headbands, top hats, and streamers.

I’ve kissed strangers and crushes and lovers and friends.

One year I rang in the New Year at a wedding. 9 months pregnant.

I have been drunk.

Sober.

Awake.

Asleep.