Every year we get this thing called a New Year. It's all shiny, bright, unblemished, untarnished and . . . new. Brand new. Full of things yet to be discovered. Granted, some of these things might turn out unpleasant, even downright ugly, but some of these things might be what we've always dreamed.
And while I'm not one to set resolutions (probably because when I was in college and had a health club membership that I used all year round, I found it a little sad that every early January, the club was bursting with folks -- only to find that by the 20th or so, the club was back to its regular patrons) . . . at any rate, I'm not a resolution setter. But I am a 'hope' setter. Meaning I have all sorts of hopes for each New Year.
Usually they aren't huge things. Sometimes they're even everyday things. Things like I hope I smile more this year, I hope I listen better, I hope I hug people when they need it most, I hope I help people without even knowing I did. And with no way of measuring such things, all I can hope is that I actually do them.