As a kid, New Year was always the holiday I didn’t get. I understood about midnight and the calendar and everything, I just didn’t understand why people cared — and to a large extent, that’s still true. Nothing really changes when the bells peel, if you’re British, or the ball drops if you’re American.
And yet, 2014 felt like a trial, in the end. It felt cruel and mean and like a year you wouldn’t want to run into, so any chance to run away from it and say for whatever reason it’s done, over, let’s start again feels more than welcome, no matter how imaginary or arbitrary. I’m not one for New Year Resolutions (Mostly because I rarely follow through), but I have one for 2015 itself, as if it was something that could listen: Be kind. We can put up with a lot, but it’d sure be nice not to have to.
Happy New Year, everyone.