I don’t like to make resolutions at the new year. I already go through that exercise every fall, during Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and those days feel more spiritually meaningful to me than the Dropping of the Ball. Mostly, I can’t seem to get past the feeling that autumn is the true beginning of the year. I’m not a student anymore, or even a teacher…
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