Holidays actually leave me kind of cold; too many people, too much noise, too much exhaustion. But eves, the nights before? I love eves. So much potential. So much excitement. So much new coming around the corner. No surprise that Halloween is my favorite holiday (although a lot of that is the plethora of stuffed crows and marked down candy). And right now we’re in the Big Eve, the dark time before the new year, sitting in the shadows of the old, waiting for the sunrise of 2024. We’ve got a week left in this year to snuggle down in front of the embers of 2023, wrapped in the memories of everything that kept us warm all year. God knows what’s going to happen next year, the world kind of came apart at the seams this year, but it also darned up some holes: Covid is still out there but there are vaccines; the income gap is still kneecapping the US but we appear to have avoided a recession; and too many old white guys are still holding on to power with a death grip, but they’ll get theirs.
So happy 2024 eve; what are you hoping to happily unwrap in the fast approaching new year? (Yes, goals and expectations make for happiness, too. But no resolutions. Those suckers are just setting us up to fail.)