More often than not, the mail box offers rainbow of unhappy mail. Bills, advertisements (as if we don’t see enough), and even scams bombard me weekly without my consent through the little black box at the end of my driveway. I pine for the long lost days of singing Blue’s Clues’ Mail Time as a child, who knew only of birthday cards and grandma’s letters.
Read MoreIt’s January 4th. Which means we’ve all had a few days to soak up the new us. You know, the ones we became at the first sunrise of 2020.
New year; new me.
If we haven’t all said that to ourselves, we have at the very least been tempted by the sentiment of starting afresh in a new year. Something about the season evokes a reflection of accomplishments and an assessment of potential improvements.
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