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I have a love-hate relationship with December.

The month of discontent. The month of Christmas, joy and ho-ho-ho. Food, fun and gifts. Family gatherings. Oh … yay.

To me, December is the month of personal loss, and the month of material gain. Of intense sorrow and short-lived happiness.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, isn’t there? The New Year. When we critique ourselves. Deciding, “Hey, I can start fresh in 2017. New start. Fresh palette.”
back-to-decOr reside with the fact little will change with the tick of the clock. A new year is just a new year, just as a month is a new month, just as a new day is a new day.

Time is what you make of it. Don’t wait until 2017. Don’t wait until next week.

If you want something, love or loathe this month, move ahead. Move forward. Move on.

Because if you don’t change, nothing will.