I've always hated New Year, all that promise stretched out like party streamers and tired resolutions that won't happen. But as I get older, the years roll by faster, and I find myself a little less bitter when this time of the year rolls around. For one, it means Christmas is over and for two, expectations start to dwindle. I'm happy to be alive, happy to write, happy to have the same friends from years past and new ones as well. Eight is the infinity number and is supposed to be infused with mystical qualities. Here's to a wonderful new year to all of you and yours. I'll be back at you tomorrow with more writing, my one and only resolution, each and every year!
Michelle's Spell of the Day"Good resolutions are simply checks men draw from banks from which they don't have an account." Oscar Wilde
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