After the stroke of midnight, after we hooted and hollered and blew our horns, after we exchanged “Happy New Year”s and “I love you”s with our families via cell phone, after we clinked glasses brimming with champagne, we each grabbed a balloon and went outside.
Earlier, we’d made lists of fears, anxieties and issues we wanted to let go of this year. We rolled each scrap of paper into a tiny scroll and tied them to the balloons.
At the count of three, we released them. It was exhilarating and peaceful all at once. We stood in the middle of the street for a few minutes, watching the balloons disappear into the dark night sky.