It’s that time of year again! In the days between Christmas and New Years Eve I agonise over what to do to ring in the new year. Part of this agony is of course because that is a decision that really needs to be made before the 30th of December. By now venues are booked and friends have plans.
But every year, despite the complete lack of organisation and direction, I ask my mum to babysit the kids. Because even though I’m terribly indecisive and woefully disorganised, I am, as always, an optimist.
So every year I believe that somehow, somewhere, by some miracle, we’ll just end up having an amazing night.
Because I really do believe that New Years Eve is all about optimism. If you’ve had a bad year – next year will be a better one. If you’ve had an amazing year – then go celebrate that! There’s something hopeful, exciting, and magical about New Years Eve. The idea that every year we get a new year, and a clean slate.
And as asinine as the idea of “New Year’s Resolutions” can be, they mean this is a time of year where people feel inspired and motivated to do better.
There’s nothing wrong with that.
So that’s something I want to celebrate.
Fueled By Optimism
And this naive optimism has worked out for me a couple of times. Last year, for example, we had a fabulous night drinking in a friend’s apartment looking out over the city. We were perfectly positioned for fireworks at midnight (and also ideally located to pop out into the city at 3am for dumplings.)
The year before that we wandered into the city with no plan at all other than a bar I’d found by Googling “free entry cheap drinks new years” – and after pushing through the CBD crowds for a while we wound up at said bar which delivered exactly what is promised. Free entry. Cheap drinks. Fantastic night out. And we bolted to catch the last bus home at midnight, so we actually watched the fireworks from the bus stop before heading home for a reasonably early night. (By NYE standards 1am tucked up in bed is pretty early, yeah?)
All Dressed Up
Otherwise, we’ve ended up just spending New Years Eve at home. Kids babysat. But no plans. I feel like I’m “all dressed up with no place to go”. Even though I’m not technically dressed up. But I could be. Odds are I have planned an outfit. I have two optional outfits picked out! But still – no place to go.
I end up feeling like the walls are closing in on me because all I want to do is GO OUT and DO SOMETHING. I can practically hear the echoes of music and merriment. And I just want to drink champagne, put on a pretty dress and dance all night.
So with just a day to go I’m still optimistic, but the edges of FOMO are creeping in. I don’t like missing out. Though I was feeling the same way leading up to Christmas and ended up having exactly the Christmas I wanted surrounded by friends and family so who knows! There’s still plenty of time for something to come up!