Once More Unto the Breach

The only constant is change.

2006 was not one of my finer years. If a chart of my personal change, growth and development for the year were delivered to an emergency room doctor, he'd shout for a defibrillator. It was a flat line from January to December, interrupted only by a few downward blips along the way (a certain November Friday rings some bells).

Last week, on January 1, 2007, the Year of the Hammer, through a few glasses of mulled wine and champagne, everything seemed tinged with hope, the promise of new beginnings and positive change. A week later, I've returned to earth and realized the only way that 2007 is going to be any different than 2006 is if I get off my ass and make it so. Change begins at home. I know what some of the things are that can be worked on. Others will, I hope, make themselves known to me over the course of the year. No matter how I stumble across these life revisions, the power to see them through ultimately rests with me.

From Kings County, here we go.