I believe in the magic of a new year;
in the possibility of a clean page.
I believe in fresh starts and umpteenth chances.
I believe in taking a moment to catch your breath, dust off your scraped soul, and rise again.
I believe that even though our numbering of hours, days, months and years is a social construct, they are imbued with the power we assign them.
And I assign these days of transition the power of completion and resurrection.
I believe in the year before me.
I believe in me.