January 6, 2010
This year, I resolve to keep the newness all year long--to think, "It's a New Year!" even if it's July or November, to really live the axiom "This is the first day of the rest of your life." For if it's January 1, I'm psyched to eat carrots, ride my exercise bike, play my violin, work on my novel, call friends I've been meaning to call, write belated letters, eschew credit cards. Why can't I keep that momentum going by doing a little pretending? Maybe, at the same time, I'll keep winter grayness away, keep red-and-green holiday jolliness alive.