This is the first year, in a long while, that begins with me as my own man. I am no longer beholden to anyone -- anyone I didn't choose to be, anyway. My time is my own, and now I must make the most of it, as opportunities like this come along but rarely.
I am a patient man except, at times, with those closest to me. That will change, because it must. Because I refuse to let anger cloud judgment, to let frustration obscure compassion.
How much will do I have, and can I bend it to what needs doing? This will be the question that I'll answer at the end of 2010, one way or another.
Can I change? We'll see.
