I love the smell of possibility in the morning, especially on New Year’s Day. Idealism abounds! 365 days, 365 new chances. For too many years now, I have started things not knowing where they are going and rarely finish them. I will no longer leave things unfinished, as I know that I will find the words along the way. I accept my past without regret. I handle the present with confidence. I face the future without fear. I choose to dwell in possibility. Anything can happen. Some of the best days of my life are still unwritten.