Will I watch it go by as just another year, a continuation of yesterday, or lasso it with invisible threads and drag it fearlessly into uncharted territory? What will the new year bring? I don't make resolutions. They seem to set me up for failure. If I say I want to eat healthier, I grab chocolate. If I say I want to spend more time doing yoga, I find an enchanting book that I can't tear myself away from. But, each year at the stroke of midnight, I kiss each child and my husband for superstition claims that what you are doing in that first minute of the new year is how you will spend the entire rest of the year. I like my year set up for love, my family close, and a smile on their faces. What will you be doing that first minute of the new year?