When I reflect back on my life, I kind of remember having a love/ hate relationship with New Year’s Eve. Love if you have plans and a person to smooch when the ball drops, and hate if you don’t – vibes. For some reason I also kind of remember feeling sad-ish, but maybe that’s because of reflecting back on missed resolutions a whopping twelve months later. Any way, 2024 kicked off as a shot year and remained that way … at least it was consistent (😒). This year, I’ve never cared less to celebrate on NYE and to boot, I was on the tail end of being tremendously sick, so I was rough shape all around. I missed the whole Anderson / Andy show that riles me up annually, and with 4 minutes left, darting to get shots prepared, my husband and I found my daughter who had just woken up, covered in throw up. Drop everything: I spend the ball drop bathing her while my husband got the wash going. 2024, you had one last minute to f$*k up and touché.
To anyone else who had a crappy year and to even those who didn’t, cheers to a positive and bright 2025 ahead of us.
HOLL 
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