Oh beautiful year what seductive promises will you make me?
I long for you AND yet I scorn you, for I fear your promises maybe like that of your just passing brother; that much will be offered and a little will be given.
But I still believe in you 2013.
Well, not in you but in the creator of you, in the purpose and the potential of you.
Still, I resolve to not make any resolutions about you, for you are an imperfect measure, an unknown child with a life of your own.
Treat 2013 well, give her the respect she is due, let her teach you, let her grow with you AND do not try and control or manipulate her through the force of your will.
Love her with all your heart and she may turn her goodness towards you… eventually.