I should tell you something. I've never understood New Year's celebrations.
We pretend the calendar turning over changes something fundamental.
Your bank account doesn't know what day it is. Your bad back doesn't check the calendar.
That gym membership doesn't use itself just because the Earth completed another lap around the sun.
Let me tell you what New Year's Eve really is:
It's a night when grown adults - people who have mortgages and children and presumably some sense of self-respect - hold explosives in their bare hands and light them on fire.
Sometimes directly at each other, like medieval siege warfare but with sparkles.
We know nothing's changed, but we need the excuse to keep going.
Another 365 days to get it less wrong than we did before.
And we keep pretending January 1st is any different from December 20th or April 3rd.
The truth is, calendars are made up. Time is not real. And false celebrations get in the way of real success you’re capable of.
Anyway…
Happy New Year!
Mery
P.S. If you made it this far, thanks for reading. Really. In a world of endless brain rot, the fact that you spent a few minutes here means something.