One of the things that I love about January first is how we all come together and celebrate the fact that a year is beginning. I feel like a lot of the time, it is all too easy to forget that time and existence are incredibly exciting things to be enjoyed and celebrated. At the beginning of the year, however, we all get together, friends and strangers alike, and remember that being alive is pretty great. Hiking an extraordinarily icy trail in Washington, the small head-nods and "Happy New Years" from the groups we passed served as the cigars an overwhelmed but joyful father might pass out in welcoming a child to the world. Instead, we welcome another three hundred and sixty-five days of small moments of beauty, stress, taking for granted things that we shouldn't, friends who infuriate and challenge us, cuddles, and loneliness, each one an opportunity to fall in love with the world around us and getting to be a part of it.
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