In general I’m not a fan of new years. Too many expectations. Too much pressure.
But I get it.
It’s hope wrapped up in a day. Hope for a clean slate. A new start. The promise of better days to come.
As silly as it is, and as much as my rational side knows that tomorrow morning will be just like this morning, a little bit of that hope has seeped in.
So here is to a new year, new possibilities, and most of all hope.