New Year, same imperfectly awesome me

Hello 2025. Welcome to the Sh*t show. No, I didn't make any New Year's resolutions, and if you ask me, it's 2025 who needs to make some resolutions to not be like 2020-2024. Don't worry, this is not going to be a depressing blog post. I simply needed to release some pent-up sass in relation to my least favorite annual tradition.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I'll tell you what I did do in honor of the new year. I spent the night of the 31st cozy as ever in my PJs, curled up on the couch with a glass of champagne in hand. I didn't watch the ball drop because I've seen Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen get drunk together on live TV more than enough times. Instead, at midnight, I crawled under the patio table with a carton of grapes because that is the only tradition I actually enjoy and feel any desire to participate in. Shoveling twelve grapes in my mouth between giggles as I conjure up positive thoughts and energy for the coming year seems far more fun than joining millions of people in deep self-guilt when I, too, cannot keep an unrealistic resolution I felt forced into making.

Don't get me wrong, I very much believe in improving oneself and personal growth. Some of those positive thoughts and vibes I sent out into the universe while eating grapes were for just that. But I think we too often feel obligated to join the masses on January 1st in the kind of resolutions that aren't planned well or driven by a real desire for change. If you're only doing something because everyone else is and you feel pressured to fit in, you're probably not going to be successful at it in the long term, and it almost certainly isn't going to make you happy because it isn't a journey you set forth on with the right intent. So why not figure out what you actually want for yourself and then think about the best way to make room for what it takes to get there? And that's my two cents or… twelve grapes!