It's the seventh day of a new beginning.  It has been difficult to realize it as something clean and fresh, just as it is sometimes hard to think of an early, dark, and tired morning as a beginning to the day that lies ahead.  But it is.  It's another year of life, and perhaps, death.  It's another year of hopes, and possibly, disappointments.  It's another clean canvas, just as the untouched snow that blanketed the grounds this morning, this very new beginning. 

I don't know what's coming this year, but I know that I can make of it what I wish.  I know what I want to do and who I want to be.  And maybe all my dreams of becoming somebody else aren't enough to change who I really am, but I know I have to have hope.  I know I have to recognize that every day - not just January 1st - is a new beginning.  I have, and we all have, a second chance on Tuesday.  A third chance on Wednesday.  No matter where we are, or how many chances we've taken, we can make the best of something - of ourselves. 

Happy New Year.  Happy New Day.  Happy New You.