Live As Only You Can

Alright, friends.  I've already waxed poetic about the new year and the secrets it holds.  So, this time I'm going to let Neil Gaiman do it for me:

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.  I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful.  And don't forget to make some art...write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.  May your coming year be a wonderful thing in which you dream both dangerously and outrageously.   I hope you make something that didn't exist before you made it.  That you will be loved and you will be liked and you will have people to love and to like in return. And most importantly, because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now:  I hope that you will–when you need to be–be wise and that you will always be kind. And I hope that somewhere in the next year you surprise yourself.