..but different perspective.
Happy New Year to one and all.
Again, I begin with a dream. My first dream of the new year: I woke myself up crying from my dream. I dreamt that a large man had gotten out of his car and was yelling at me. Not just blah, blah yelling, but threatening I'm-gonna-beat-your-ass yelling. And he began to beat me too. No one would help me. And I woke up crying from the helplessness.
There's a cheerful way to begin a new year.
But if you think about it another way: Every day is the beginning of something new. Use it or lose it. Take control or let it take control of you.
Update: iPod, puzzles and pasta maker to celebrate the year. Hoorah.
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