For many, New Year’s marks a celebration and a time to wipe the slate clean. Every time a new year creeps its way around the corner, our social media pages are bombarded with “new year, new me.” For myself, New Year’s is just a reminder that I am another year older. Don’t get me wrong, being a New Year’s Eve baby has its perks. I never have to plan a party as the party is already planned for me, I get presents even though I was spoiled on Christmas, and I usually don’t have to work so I get to spend my birthday doing what I please. Whenever I tell people that my birthday falls on New Year’s Eve, they are surprised and excited for me. But what’s so exciting about growing old on one of the biggest celebrations of the year? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.