Once the ball drops, the confetti flies, and the champagne flows for those first inaugural moments of the year, a calm descends over us.
Once the sobering light of the morning hits and the groggy eyes open a sense of burning. A sense of purpose. But more often a sense of new possibilities and passion runs through the veins.
You made it to the next calendar. Now how the hell are you going to make this place better before we meet this day next year at this moment?