It is New Year's Day, and I am supposed to feel renewed, or excited, or, well, something, about the year to come.
It is New Year's Day, and I am supposed to feel reflective and grateful and somehow deep.
It is New Year's Day, and I am supposed to know what I want, and have a plan to get it.
It is New Year's Day, and I am supposed to look back and look ahead.
It is New Year's Day, and I am supposed to follow the New Year's Day rules.
But how often does life ever follow the rules? How often do we do what
we're supposed to, and how much more often do we simply do what works
for us?
It is New Year's Day, and I am not doing what I am supposed to. But maybe that's the way it's supposed to be...
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