I have no sweeping declarations to make. Tomorrow will come and I will be the same woman that I am today. Still, I embrace tomorrows and the start of each new year with the chance to wipe the slate clean, theoretically, and the calm that surrounds us on 1/1.
To 2011: things got a little crazy, but apparently I made it so. I bid you adieu and warmly welcome your successor with all of the promise my little heart can muster.