We have entered one of the weirdest parts of the calendar year; a measly, scrawny little week in time that makes you question your reality. I'm talking, of course, about that weird little week between Christmas Day and New Year's Day. We are currently in the middle of TWO, count 'em, two long weekends, which may or may not do a number on the productivity of the world's workers. I'm ready to since that song about auld acquaintance more than anyone, but I just have to get through these next few days.
I can't be too bummed because 2023 is right around the corner, and I couldn't be more excited. The thing that most excites me is that 2023 marks the 10-year anniversary of 2013, which is so believable and unbelievable at the same time. 2013 was the first New Years' Eve that I went to a New Year's Party and actually made resolutions. I'd like to think I've accomplished all of those goals, but who's to say? Only that weird New Years' baby knows, and I'm not going to ask him.