There's something fundamentally hopeful about a new year.

At the cusp of each year, I feel shame for this excitement. After all, every day should be a chance to start over. To do something different. To make oneself new again. Yet, I can't help it. "I open at the close." At the close I feel the weight of next year's potential. It's freaking ( Read more... )

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