It is almost the end of the year and the end of another decade. But for me a new day starts when I wake up, not at midnight. Nothing changes except the time. My memorable time stamps occur during meaningful, personal moments.

January 1 is a work holiday where I get paid to not show up. Cool.

Valentine’s day is a great day for candy and cards but is arbitrary. I prefer to express love for friends and family with time spent, not obligation.

The last Thursday of November is not the time I am most thankful.

I don’t wish for peace on earth and goodwill towards men just within the last week of December.

Forcing these celebrated dates disconnects them from the meaning they are supposed to celebrate. And it’s thoughtless and again an obligation.

I prefer celebrating meaningful time stamps instead of calendar dates.

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