Filed by Trevor at 4:14 pm under General

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. Instead, I prefer to look at each morning like a fresh start, a blank slate — helpful when you make as many mistakes as I do.

I don’t believe in sin, but I believe in grace. And, oh, I believe in forgiveness. From others, from myself, but always to others.

I started the year here in Chicago with a weird cyst on my sternum, and I’m ending it here in Chicago with a weird cyst on my sternum. But it’s snowing this year — it started just an hour or so ago — and Frank is at the ledge looking out at it. I can see the lights from the Christmas trees through the windows from the building across from me. It’s a nice effect.

I’m resolving to keep moving — the same resolution I make every morning.

This evening I’ll brave the Red Line with my impossibly large Beetlejuice-inspired scarf Devon knitted for me, steeled in my resolve that yes, this evening someone’s going be kissing me to ring in the new year whether they approve of it or not.