Do you know what a New Year is?
It is a blank slate. A fresh start. A new set of – count 'em – THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE (sometimes SIX) WHOLE DAYS to not screw up.
In other words, to those of us in recovery, a New Year is recovery crack.
Each year, on the eve of this over-hyped and much-anticipated new beginning, I celebrate once again by regressing to the emotional intelligence of your average five year-old. I begin to dream up new scenarios in which I will quickly and painlessly find the love of my life, silence my inner critic, speak kindly to my incessantly squeaking (grrr) finches, get a stable job, and while we're at it get organized and learn to "balance my checkbook", whatever that means….