Are we all in agreement that New Year’s Eve is the worst night of the year?

Are we all in agreement that New Year’s Eve is the worst night of the year? There’s too much pressure to have a good time, you can’t get a drink at the bar (oh, the humanity!), you have to pretend you know the words to Auld Lang Syne, and to add insult to injury, you are subjected to countless videos on Facebook of the ‘My Year in Ten Million Photos’ variety. No one cares, Aunty Maureen, get off social media.

Last year, I decided to stay in for the night.

Instead of starting my 2017 with a hangover, I wanted to use the evening to look back over 2016, take stock of where I was in life - brace yourselves, I am one step away from talking about My Journey - and to set my intentions for the coming year.