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As 2014 exits, I'm struck with a flurry of thoughts. A new year has always been a concept of hope. It's believed that once the clock strikes twelve, gaping wounds will be slathered with glue, blood red guilt will be washed away from hearts and a gift of beginnings will be waiting at the door. One large reset button. I've always foolishly believed in this in one form or another.

Today, I would like to give thanks. I want to thank you for everything that you are. I want to thank my friends and family for uncovering new parts of themselves. I want to thank myself for honesty.

I want to thank the dark times, the hard times, the stressful times. I want to thank those small bits of happiness and laughter. I want to thank life for giving us the hardest puzzle to solve: ourselves.