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New Year's Eve means more to me than maybe it should. Every year since I was perhaps 21 (I'm estimating), I've imbued it with meaning far beyond the replacement of a calendar. I think of it as a chance for newness, a chance to breathe fresh air again, to start over on the things that feel like they've given us up.

I have adopted a theory that the way one spends New Year's Eve predicts the way one will spend the coming year. On this night, I ate, drank, and was merry with good people and my own best person, feeling loved and alive.

I will take it. 100 years again and again.