I love New Year’s Eve. The day always feels like you are on the cusp of something new, something bright. There’s a joy in the air, a palpable feeling that the dawn of a new year and new day will bring something wonderful out of thin air and into our life.
And I like champagne and kissing strangers at the stroke of midnight (and earlier in the day), thus making New Year’s Eve a total win-win in my book.
I also enjoy making resolutions and setting intentions for every new start (e.g., a new moon, a new month, a new semester).
Here’s a chart with the most common New Year’s resolutions:
None of my resolutions are listed above. I’m not the normal girl, so I don’t expect my desires and intentions to be up there. Last year, I would have had several resolutions on that list (falling in love was high on that list). This year, I realize that falling in love takes more work, luck and preparation than I ever imagined and I’m just not into that at the moment. What I am into and what I have resolved to do is the following:
- Finish my damn book. Well, books. I need to get these things off my desk and start something new.
- Moisturize more. Enough said.
- Watch an episode of Paternity Court. ACCOMPLISHED JAN 2.
- Use the aliases of “Pussywillow Danticat” and “Sweet Dick Willie” when making brunch reservations or for takeout orders
- Find more 19th century euphemisms for sex that I can use while watching Scandal (expect to read about “amorous congress,” “melting moments,” and “joining the convivial society” real soon, y’all)
- Carry over my general badassery and outstanding awesomeness into the new year
