The new year strode through my windows like sunlight.
As all other days did.
I decided to sleep the noisy 31st day away, and let New Year pass through our door. Imperceptibly.
And so when I woke up in the morning, it was all around me.
People were saying that everything's as fresh as new. It seemed like the year looked like a blank canvass set in front of us, prepared to receive the messy streaks of paint - or such that usually comes with a new journal with empty lines to write on.
But it did not feel that way to me.
For me, 2017 is just next to 2016 - just as 2 is next to 1. We've been doing the count down from 1 to 30 or 31 over and over the whole year. For 24 years, for me.
So if you want to do something big, new, or courageous, why wait for the day after Dec. 31?
It's a new year.
And it's just another day.
Each day, everything's as fresh as new. Each day is a blank canvass set in front of us, prepared to receive the messy streaks of paint. Each day is a new page with empty lines to write on.
And all yesterdays disintegrate to nothing everyday.
I don't want to ruin the fun.
But I tell you, this will help in the middle of the year.
It's New Year everyday.