The new year comes whether I am ready or not.

Time marches second by second, marked by the clock on my wall. It ticks each moment gone by, not caring if I made good use of that blip of the second hand.

Like everyone, I have goals and dreams for the New Year.

But this year, I am not making resolutions.

I will take 2016 day by day. Working hard each day toward my dream. Toward my goal. Each day I will be closer than the day before to who I am to become.

The sweep of the clock hand is consistent. I pray to be that consistent.

March steady. March true.

March into the New.