Other than observing a ritual cleansing in the fashion of Mardukian priests, to wash away the previous year's sins on the eve of the Babylonian New Year (in other words, I took a shower), I've done nothing special this New Year's eve. But I hope the tone of the coming year is set by my gut-response to my mother's wishes of a happy Christmas and a better New Year: I inquired her what had been wrong with last year. And not snidely, as I'm sometimes wont to do, but honestly having thought it a pretty good year.
Well wishes for the beginning year. May one of your dreams come true.