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Beginning at the end, an ending where we begin....

Baby New Year
Tonight will mark the end of one year and the beginning of a new one. 2011 will be ushered in, fresh and expectant while 2010 will be carried out, feeble and worn.

It's strange, the need for the passing of time to be marked, by the hour, by the day, by the year..... Even if we never knew what a Wednesday was, the days would still pass. If we'd never known that today was the end of the year, we would never have been surprised or amazed at its passing.

This is also the time to mark other new beginnings--- the resolutions each person makes with themselves, whether spoken or unspoken, are laid out at the threshold of the new year (with every honest intention of carrying them through).
For some, they want to lose weight or lose a bad habit, like smoking...
For others, they want to gain something-- a promotion, a fat savings account....

Whether you want to lose something or add something, just the idea that you have taken the time to decide on something to change about yourself is the true event to be marked! The passing of time would always occur, with or without being labeled a "new year". But, the active intent of bettering yourself (whether or not the resolution is carried out completely) is what makes the expectant New Year worth it---- a clean slate, a fresh start---- a new year, a new you!

And so, here at the end, we begin again.....


And, at this end, what will you begin?????

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