Every time I approach the New Year, I tell myself that I’m going to slow down long enough to feel prepared for the next, and every year I feel wholly unprepared anyways. I panic, throw a bit of a tantrum, tell the universe I’m not ready, and then, the year comes anyways. Miraculously, I don’t die, the world doesn’t explode, and life seems to chug along, business as usual! It’s all rather disappointing.