New year.

I'm entering the age in which a new year brings trepidation. And worry about another year of performing well and being good and staying out of trouble. Just like any other beginning.

It was good, as kids, there was an unknown joy at new years. Greeting cards and phone calls and exuberant wishes.
Now, half of you spurns it as something not worth celebrating and the other is apprehensive about potentialities.

It'd be nice- and easier- in the absence of it all. 

This is perhaps the most pessimistic beginning to an year ever.