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.

And honestly?

I think that promises all of these things and maybe, just maybe, if we’re lucky, just a little bit more.

Hey, a girl can hope.

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