Can I tell you a secret?
I hate New Year's Eve.
In fact, due to the conflicts and bedlam caused by the collision of work demands (clinical health care, hospitals get busier during the holidays) and family demands (we had some entrenched, entitled, emotionally immature, stubborn and inflexible personalities in the mix) I grew to loathe the gawd awful trifecta of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years.
Husband and I would be stressed to the point that we'd inevitably get into some big blow up from trying to meet work demands and simultaneously keep everyone else happy. We'd end up bending over backwards trying to make family happy and ripping into each other from the stress.
No matter how hard we tried, it was never enough.
By New Year's Eve I was a burned out hot mess and just over it.
Finally we grew up, grew shiny new spines, told the whole lot of them to pound sand, and we dropped the rope.
Retirement took care of the work aspects.
We are finally beginning to enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas on our own terms, as fully enfranchised adults with agency, instead of as extra tall children who have their marching orders.
It's amazing how much happier we are, and how drama free, during the holidays and all year long.
That being said, I am still not fond of New Year's Eve. It feels like the whole world is shoving a party up my arse, and I am just not interested.
We will be staying in, happily. 😊😊