Five, four, three, two, one….

The room goes wild with excitement as the ball drops in Times Square this New Year’s Eve. Confetti flies, arms raise, and screams echo throughout the crowded room. Some celebrate the excitement of a blank slate, some lament the end of a chapter, while some go straight to sleep as midnight is way past bedtime.

Suddenly, it’s 2016 -- it’s finally time to substitute carrots for carbs and cardio for cake. Not to mention work on that to-do list that stretches longer than the California coast.

To be honest, I’ve given up on New Year’s resolutions all together. Not because I don’t like the idea of newness, adventure and change, but the resolutions always seem to fade by the time February rolls around. The resolutions serve as an added reminder of everything I want to do and be, but never will.

So, my New Year's resolution is to make no New Year's resolution (oops!).

I like the idea of reflecting on the past year’s successes and failures, mountains and valleys, “A” grades and “F” grades. I’m not perfect, and I’m perfectly good at making mistakes, but there’s something to be said about moving forward gracefully.

Each day brings something new, including new opportunities to change. It won’t come on the first of 2016, but over time the small, quiet changes will change me.

So, bear with me.