A new year, like a new life, can fill a person either with hope and optimism or angst and dread. But regardless of how I face the future, time will march forward. I’ll make my way, sometimes easily and sometimes ploddingly. I’ll stumble and fall and pick myself back up, and sometimes—maybe even most times—getting back to standing will take a whole lot longer than I anticipate.

I started to argue with this paragraph when I finished the first sentence. Then I continued reading. I don't like splitting everything into either this or that designations. Reality isn't binary. It's almost never black and white. There might be right and wrong answers to some things, but the majority of what we see is full of ambiguity.

I'm glad Erin Boyle expanded on that first sentence because I feel pretty much the same.

But regardless of how I face the future, time will march forward.

Indeed it will.