Generally, in the past, I haven’t really celebrated the progression from one year to the next.
I used to spend my New Year’s Eves working in pubs and clubs.
I always took the attitude that I’d rather get paid to hang around in the same environment that all those others have to pay to be in!
A couple of years ago I hosted a massive party in the middle of a city centre.
We had an Abba tribute band, a live DJ and the event attracted about 4,000 people who saw in 2011 with a combination of fireworks, Champagne and incredibly sore heads.
Last year I thought that I would pull out all the stops and host the ultimate New Year at home.
I have no Scottish blood in me whatsoever but I not only managed to research, cook and serve and eight-course Hogmanay feast, I did it all wearing a kilt.
2012 was filled with lots of promise and hope but, the London games aside, turned out to be a real stinker.
So why do we do it?
Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to herald in a new dawn on the first of January each year?
By making a big deal out of waving off the old and starting afresh, we leave ourselves open for major disappointment if it doesn’t go according to plan.
So this year I need to find a balance.
There will be no New Year’s resolutions, no thinking ahead about to how I might change in 2013, no promising myself that I’ll do this differently and that differently as we head past winter and into spring.
On Monday evening I’ll sit there quietly with a glass of bubbly in my hand and wait patiently for Big Ben’s 12th chime.
Come Tuesday morning I’ll remind myself that you really do get out of life what you put into it – and that if I want 2013 to be an amazing year then it’s completely up to me!