A Year of Gratitude

Nursing the Faith

New Year’s Eve has always been my least favorite holiday. It’s fictionalized, overrated, and typically miserable. Even my happiest New Year’s Eves have never matched the level of excitement Hollywood portrays. Some are even worse! A co-worker of mine was telling me the real horrors of the famed New Year’s Eve in Times Square in New York City. He and his friends were out in the cold for 12 hours, far away from the stage, in an assigned blocked off area, without easy access to bathrooms. Maybe that’s why all the bystanders are all jumping around on TV…

New Year’s Eve has always been a night of regrets for me. Ever the recovering perfectionist, it’s a night where I remember all I could have done the past year and did not. I’ve made resolutions like losing weight, eating better, saving more money, volunteering more often, and even to be less stressed. But they all failed…

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