“But holy cow, you’ve gotta wipe that slate clean when the clock strikes twelve on December 31, because in the morning when you wake up, you are supposed to be decluttering and juicing while holding downward dog for a count of 10. One day is all sparkly lights and gorgonzola fondue, but the next, we are both feet on the ground in the Land of Better Storage Solutions and kale chips. Am I the only one spinning here?”