I know, I know. New Year's resolutions, right? But I can't help it. Milestones make me swoon.
When I see the approaching end of the calendar, I get a little giddy.
The painful irony is that this is in spite of those resolutions that have either fizzed out or irritated me to no end, even as I insisted on seeing them out. (Blogging 365-ish days in a row, anyone?)
But, like I said, I can't help it. I know that the clock is always running; I could begin a 365-day odyssey at any point in the year. But I—like so many others, I think—am a sucker for a clean sheet.
Come January 1, the year is unspoiled. I think of a first-tracks ski run. No one has been here before! Soon, the place will be tracked-up beyond recognition. Soon, the days will run together and leave me agog with the thought of previous runs, the ones where I caught an edge and got flung face-first into the snow...
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