
There’s something satisfying about opening a new diary with 365 fresh pages to fill. Those fresh pages represent a clean slate. Fresh dreams. Fresh opportunities. And a fresh outlook for the months ahead. It’s why, for all of the negative press it receives, I welcome January with open arms.
That being said, I haven’t always felt this way. Once upon a time, I viewed winter as a tale of two halves. The arrival of December was always marked with great enthusiasm. After weeks of anticipation and counting down, at long last, December was here.