January scares me a little bit. Like the first page in a journal, or a blank page before your paintbrush touches it. It’s halfway over already and I wonder if I have done it justice. So far I have been writing in my journal more, and less in my posts, while I find my words for the year.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. ”
~T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
(edit) I love how this lady has a quote for each year, she is deciding her 2011 one now.