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I love the feeling on old years night. It is part accomplishment for making it to the end of another year and part hope for what is to come in the new year. It is like how I feel after completing a 10 km walk. I want 2022 to be great. I want 2022 to be better than 2021. I want good things for the world. For my country. For myself.

It is that time of the year when many make resolutions. I would like to make some resolutions this year. I would like to continue eating healthy and losing weight. I would like to make more youtube videos. I would like to do more photography. I would like to clean up my laptop. I would like my body to be more active. I want to write more poems. I want to create more art. I want to write more blogs.

At the core of these resolutions is wanting to be a better person. To make good use of the time we have. The new year is an opportunity to turn things around. To start fresh. To let go of the things that might be holding us back. To give ourselves purpose and direction. We are right to want to celebrate the coming of a new year.

I like waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square. I like watching my favorite youtubers. I like something nice to eat and drink. I like following the excitement on social media. The air is filled with emotion. The neighborhood is noisy. The people are chatty. Someone is playing loud music. Some are having house limes. As much as we say no to fireworks, they continue. I hope noiseless fireworks become the choice going forward.

I am thankful for another year. I am thankful that I am writing this blog post. I am thankful for every person reading my blog. I welcome your feedback and let me know how the blog could be better for you.
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