a new year embarks. 

its already too much. books going unread, friends ignored, yards left unwatered, and yet we want more. stored away in a bank, the numbers just a reminder of how we have done, saved earnings in the game of life. go keeps getting passed, the get out of jail cards stashed away just in case, risk becoming more calculated, less and less pressure to perform in the daily arena where we perform for our own audience, judged alone by ourselves or on occasion by our family members. 

welcome the year of the pig.