We stayed up till past midnight, so heard the revelry, stepped outside in the cold and saw some beautiful firework bursts, and retreated back inside where we toasted each other, wept, laughed, and made stabs at promising to have a better year. Some excellent bourbon and he late hour and I feel a bit…strained.
But it is the first of a new year, and while I am not much for symbols, I respect them to the degree that they enable rather than encumber.
This morning, we had this:
Tomorrow? Who knows? I exhort you all to find beauty, turn away from bitterness, do something fine in the world, and indulge your dreams (where possible). Harm none, smile a lot, and be the solution rather than the obstacle.
May we find ourselves on the far end of this year with our friends, homes, and sanity intact.