If you celebrated out the ending of 2017, here we are in 2018 and welcome to the end of your first hangover of the year. One of the nice things about not drinking alcohol anymore is that the looking out the window today, at the first day of the next year isn't as dog-awful as it was so often so many decades ago.
And so that we're clear. It wasn't that I drank that was the problem. It had a lot more to do with the fact that I swallowed. Even now, the sunshine bores the daylights out of me but I'm also deathly afraid of the dark, hence my dilemma.
So clear-eyed and empty-headed, I look out on the first day of our new year and can already see the gap between the promise and the performance at every level-personal, professional and political. I think I even got them in the correct order, for me at least. Your mileage may vary.
Did you make resolutions? And have you already broken one or more of them? I don't think the Guinness Records people keep track so you can safely claim whatever you wish and however you will. Of course, escaping your own judgment will be harder to do since you know best your own tricks and traps.
I have hopes for 2018-not resolutions. I hope this year to be a better person to people I've known already in my life and to whom I have been less than kind. Unless they're a$$holes, in which case, no deal (I threw that just in case someone who has taken advantage of me thought I was going soft in my dotage and wanted another bite at the apple).
This is Day One. We can go anywhere and do anything. We just have to decide and then agree on what anything will look like. Let's go.
-bill kenny
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