January 1, 2019
A new year beckons, fresh and unsullied. The door is open a crack. The trick is to bring nothing from the old year, however dear or cherished that thought or habit might be, however right that old judgement felt.
It’s a new day, a fresh slate and everyone gets a pass. The way forward might go to the left (where the river is running rather quickly) or turn sharply to the right and disappear into the darker, unknown reaches of the forest: no matter. This is the year not to listen to the sensible, or go exactly along familiar paths.
As has been said by many braver people, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Time to open the door and find out…
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