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Joy in small wins
I was reading some of your recent January features about New Year starts, treading old ground, when I stumbled upon one of your writers whose view felt somewhat more aligned with my own.
Why is it that somewhere along the way, someone decided that the wonderful warmth, excess, fun, twinkling lights, gifts, and company of December should be promptly followed by a period of cold, bleak, darkness and hard resolutions (usually involving some form of abstinence or pain)?
