Remember, when you were a kid, how time seemed to move at a glacial pace? A year might as well have been an eternity. For some inexplicable reason, time accelerates as we grow older. Or perhaps we just aren’t as conscious of the passage of time as we once were. Whatever the explanation, I find myself at the end of another year that seemed to come and go with disconcerting velocity. 2005 was good to me, with more opportunities to experience new places than I could have reasonably hoped for and a wealth of friends who seemed to coalesce around me without much effort on my part.
\nI don’t have any resolutions for 2006, but I do have some hopes. I hope I can finish my novel and turn it into something worth publishing. I hope I can start working on some other stories that have been knocking around in my head. I hope I can stay relatively healthy. I hope I have the chance to do something that pushes me out of my comfort zone. I hope I read more books. I hope to kiss a pretty woman. I hope for more challenges at work. I hope the Democrats do well in the next election. I hope to get more involved in my community.
\nMost of all, I hope I can keep this blog interesting enough to earn your continued attention. Thanks so much for visiting my obscure corner of the blogosphere. I hope your New Year is bright.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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