I was so happy to see 2012 end, so intent on watching its exit from the world.
I had almost no feeling about the end of 2013. The turning of this year doesn't feel significant — not wonderful, not terrible. Perhaps 2013 was a recovery year after the hell of '12.
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I'm so very tired of "new year, new you." It's all over my email inbox, all over ads and articles.
What the hell was wrong with old me?
What magical power lies in the chiming of a clock on a particular night to change people from the trollish creatures they were into the sparkling fairies we can now be?
At what point in the year does the "new" wear off? This is offered every year. Was I sold a faulty newness last year? I don't get it.
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Sometimes the best thing about getting up and getting dressed in the morning is knowing I can take my horrible bra off at the end of the day.
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