I’m antsy for the year to end, and I hate that feeling. I truly believe that life is something to be savored and appreciated, if not always enjoyed, and I always feel lousy whenever I want to rush through a day to get it over with, so to speak. I’ve had a lot of those days these past few months: days that you wish would hurry up and end so you could maybe get a fresh start on things the next morning, days that you rush through in the hopes that the next dawn will be brighter.

I hate making generalizations, but… 2011, you were brutal. I don’t know if there really is some magical celestial clock that resets all of our spirits on New Year’s morning, whatever calendar you follow, but I hope there is. Gregorian New Year, please be kind, and please bring a bright, beautiful dawn for all of us.

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