My Take: By Matthew McCully

I’m of two minds about the new year.
Part of me can’t wait for the ball in Times Square to drop.
The other part is waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I don’t remember a time in my life when the changing of the year carried so much significance.
There was the year 2000, but that was more disappointing than anything.
But this year I have to figure out how much of the trauma of 2020 I can slough off before head-ing into the next round of this pandemic. Can I regain momentum?
It’s safe to say this won’t be a wipe the slate clean, start fresh year.
I suspect it will feel more like a water break mid-marathon.
That point in the race when everything hurts but you are nowhere near the finish line, so you grab a quick
drink and keep moving.

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