Battle Cry

The new year is coming. Can you feel it? The air is crackling and alive with energy. All the dread and promise of a new beginning whipped up in a big old bowl of vodka punch. This could be a terrible year. Everything bad that I've ever worried about could roll over me like a doom train. Or. Or this could be a fantastic year. This could be the year that I put on my boxing gloves and say, "Bring it on."
This year, I don't resolve to lose weight, or eat healthier, or find the perfect job. This year I resolve to turn up the stereo and rock the hell out of whatever life brings me. I'm strapping on my sword and going into battle like a blood thirsty viking. I'm going to conquer whatever is in my path. Good or bad. Stand back year. I'm coming for you.
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