Don’t you just love a New Years Day with symmetry? I know I do.
Ones and repetitiveness aside, what I love most about New Years is it’s bright freshy clean new-car smell of newness headed our way. The implied hope. The yearned-for change. The expectant want.
I think that one.one.one-one promises all of these things and maybe, just maybe, if we’re lucky, just a little bit more.
Hey, a girl can hope.