Maybe it is because I mess up so often, but I really like clean slates, new beginnings and a fresh chance to set records straight.
Ergo, I am a fan of the school of thought that says Jan. 1 wipes slates clean and presents me with an unused canvas on which to paint my self-portrait.
One wonders, this one does, what it's all about. Is my life meaning anything at all, or am I just a speck of cosmic dust drifting meaninglessly?
Counting my blessings, I conclude that I am indeed…