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This evening, some of you will be celebrating the turn of the year. That makes today a holiday of reflection upon the past and a look to the future.  I now pause for review.

It is the nature of maturity when one realizes the universe really isn't out to get them. By and large, the universe is an impartial place, it has its rules and it wants to keep going based on those rules. The objects at rest tend to remain at rest, and the objects in motion tend to remain in motion.

In the salad days of youth, one can feel such anger, such passion against the myriad, conceived injustices of the world. It puffs up ones breast, makes one feel important, head bloody but unbowed. As one weathers, one gets rougher and softer. Rage gives way to despondency; a lone stand becomes merely being alone. We all have our dark days, and I am no exception.

I am still the master of my fate and captain of my soul. I wish the younger me were here to tell that to the older me.

To some of you, I have been rather disagreeble. I thank you for putting up with me these past few days, I thank you for choosing nightmares and cold stormy seas.

I apologize for my untowardness. Lest I be hypocritical, I realize apology is not enough -- I will follow it with action. I repeat myself far too often. The younger me is still here, and her mantra was and always is, "I have no one else to blame if I let myself get upset."

And for those of you celebrating the turn of the year, I ask: have you made any resolutions?