I admit, I can’t stand New Year’s Eve - a full night of mandatory overhyped feting in which everyone dresses uncomfortably, hemorrhages cash and marinates their craniums in alcohol all to attain some socially-required level of enjoyment. But I do respect the tradition of reflecting on the previous year’s events, encouraging contemplation is never a bad thing. It’s safe to say that last New Year’s Eve I would have giggled drunkenly in your face and then toppled over on my balance-aborting heels had you whispered that, in the coming year, I would start a blog and use it to receive nearly a million hits in nine months, alienate certain friends, facilitate the meeting of others, briefly dash my relationship across the rocks, expose intimate details of my family life, and potentially shove a huge Prada loafer up the ass of my entire law firm career. And now here we all are. Pretty fucking bizarre what life sprinkles into the batter.

Despite the negative aspects of this whole cyberexploit, I don’t regret a thing I’ve done or word I’ve written. As for resolutions, I’d say I’m resolute that my current situation can’t continue indefinitely. How will it all end? Who knows. I’ve learned by now that any attempts at control will likely evaporate into raw frustration and wasted energy. But for those who enjoy reading it, I can promise to keep the blog up on the internet in some form, and to continue writing regardless of circumstances.

Happy New Year to everyone. And for those who still insist that everything I’ve said about law firms is pure fiction, perhaps it’s time for a little reflection of your own.