A Blank Slate
Don't get the title of this post mixed up with the Steven Pinker book of a similar name:
No, I'm just referring to the new year and the promise that it holds. I will be a better person and do greater things; I will get more sleep and pre-judge people less; I will mean it when I hug and not worry so much about people judging me.
But really, this new year for me just meant seeing the park covered in snow, completely blank and ready to be played in. It reminded of the last Calvin and Hobbes strip:
So full of hope and possibility. Shouldn't every new year be like that?
Luckily for me, I got to start off 2008 with a midnight snowball fight with some of the most important people in my life. It was epic. I'm not sure who won, but I can't think of a better way to start a Chicago year.
No, I'm just referring to the new year and the promise that it holds. I will be a better person and do greater things; I will get more sleep and pre-judge people less; I will mean it when I hug and not worry so much about people judging me.
But really, this new year for me just meant seeing the park covered in snow, completely blank and ready to be played in. It reminded of the last Calvin and Hobbes strip:
So full of hope and possibility. Shouldn't every new year be like that?
Luckily for me, I got to start off 2008 with a midnight snowball fight with some of the most important people in my life. It was epic. I'm not sure who won, but I can't think of a better way to start a Chicago year.