Happy new year, friends.
I hope everybody is nursing their hangovers with some semblance of dignity. (If not? My sympathies. I’ve been there, friend. You can do it.)
January 1, despite the arbitrary nature by which it dawns a new year, is rife with potential and hope; we look forward to what could happen in the next 364 days while recovering from the consequences of the most recent 1.
The day offers something to build from, somewhere to start.
Today, I started with a classic. For my first treat of the Breaking Off odyssey, I picked the quintessential candy: the Hershey’s chocolate bar.
I tore the wrapper, broke off the first rectangle and a third (because you know those little rectangles never fracture along their designated cleft lines) and ate it.
The chocolate was smooth and sweet. A simple joy.
Welcome, 2015. Let’s have some fun.