New Year’s Eve

If you know me, you know I’m far from a Debbie Downer. I’m usually the life of the party, the one with the grand plans for a great time… yes I’m a pessimist by heart, but deep down I know things always seem to find a way to work themselves out (for the most part). I live in some sort of reverse psychology universe. Yet for some reason, the “holiday” that is supposed to be about eternal positivity, new outlooks and second chances makes me want to barf. 

I have so many amazing things to be grateful for over the past year. Although it’s brought many hardships, scary truths and countless trips to the hospital and cemetery, I’ve also seen my son grow into an amazing little boy… so full of life and happiness. It’s hard to have a negative outlook when you constantly hear the cutest little laugh known to man. It’s also easy to be grateful when you love what you do. They say if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life. I feel that way each and every morning I’m driving to my new job. 

Yet, even with all that… I still hate New Year’s Eve. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent my entire life as an educator and to me and the real New year starts in September and ends in June. I guess it’s possible that it’s because of the insane amount of people who forget the damn apostrophe on “Year.” It’s New Year’s Eve. Even my first graders know that! Or maybe I’m just a New Year Scrooge.

I’m not glad 2016 is over, nor do I care that 2017 is here. If New Year’s Eve 2016 is like any other night I’ve experienced lately, especially now that I’m a parent, I’ll be in bed by 8:30. Here’s hoping everyone just does their own thing this year or month or whenever. Whatever you do… I’ll be over here doing me or at least doing what the little guy wants to do! 

PS: Hey 2017, bring me a Packers Super Bowl victory and I’ll quickly change my tune. ❤

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