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The start of a new year is like moving into a new apartment. You think of all the things you could do with the new space … two, three, no – FOUR potted plants by the window, framed art on the walls, an off-white sofa because all of Pinterest and Instagram shows that black, white, gray and maybe a gentle splash of pastel pink or powder blue is what’s rocking the world of likes and hearts. And then you get overwhelmed with all the ideas and then you realize you don’t have the money for that world of likes and hearts (stick to the cream-colored coffee cups and artistically arranged books, lady). The start of a new year, then, maybe, is like the start of a long class. You walk into it all bright and fresh and determined, tossing away a finished cup of strong tea and settle down onto a gray seat. You whip out your striped notebook, open a new page, write a neat title in the center and start taking notes. In the beginning your writing is tidy and you cont...