i always have such high expectations for the first few days of the New Year -- like the stroke of midnight on december 31st should have some kind of pixie dust that transforms me and brings things like Willpower and Resolve in heaping doses. and it doesn't! it isn't magical, friends - but it is a day of embodied hope, and i can live with that.
in other news - i was just listening to 'leaving on a jet plane,' and i always used to mishear those lyrics ' i tell you now, they don't mean a thing.' in my mind, it was 'italian men, they don't mean a thing.'
So, you know. take that for what it's worth.
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