Out in the countryside, near Kerhonkson, NY, a group of Russian friends always gathered on New Year’s Eve at the main Dacha, for food, song, dance, performances, costumes after midnight, and revelry. One of their traditions I particularly loved was to just scream yourself blue in the face at midnight to get RID OF everything you hated about the year that just passed.
If you scream loud enough, the year goes away and never comes back. Ready?
Finally a tradition I can get behind!
I've had worse years...but it's up there.