My apologies to Kermit The Frog for stealing his line.  And my apologies to The Telegraph for stealing their photo.  And while I’m at it…heck, it’s the first of the year and I’m not in the mood for apologizing for anything.

I haven’t sat with pen and paper and started my “list” for the new year.  I almost always have that done, at least in my mind, the week between Christmas and The First.  Just got doing other things.  In my mind, anyway.  I found myself sitting and pondering quite a bit, but not so much about the year ahead; more about the time past.  Some good thoughts, some not-so-good thoughts.  Some useful thoughts, some useless garbage to pass the time.  But now as I sit and type at the end of the weekend, prepping for the week ahead, preparing for the activities of the next couple of months, organizing and plotting and planning and ciphering and strategizing…

All I have in me is this:  may you look at the old with new eyes (or at least a new pair of “readers”).  May you be as gentle with yourself as you are with your pets.  Laugh loudly and have a serious moment with someone you care about each day.   Sweat.  Recover.   Eat lots.  Poop often.  Find your edge, walk it carefully, celebrate it with reckless abandon.  Smile more, bitch less.  Have a meal now and again with a homeless person. 

May your year ahead be as colorful and different as you like it to be.