I had my sparkling cider at midnight and only felt like tearing off to the wine store twelve times for a case of champagne. Breaking the bottles open in the car like I'm launching a ship and chugging them two at a time on the way home.
I searched for inexpensive beach houses to rent next summer instead. I watched Black Stallion with my oldest son. And I ate some cashews and coconut flakes. Drank my glass of RRGJ w/seltzer. (That's ruby red grapefruit juice.) Watched bad New Year's Eve coverage. Woke up tired but not hungover. Now that deserves some fucking fireworks! (I'll ask my neighbors. They seemed to have an endless supply last night.)
Today is a big day for lots of folk. I wonder if it's hard for January first to carry all that hope. I know it can be hard for us. I imagine all those intentions out there in the universe, eager to be fulfilled. All those best plans set and ready. Whatever your plan, I hope you can be tough on yourself when you need to be. And gentle, brave, and encouraging with yourself too. And when you need a helping hand, ask. And I will, too.