It’s the beginning of January, and I’m starting to feel that pressure that happens at the beginning of each year. That feeling of knowing that “this is going to be my year” which is actually thinly veiled self-imposed pressure. The feeling that somehow, magically, because it’s January, I’m going to get everything I’ve ever wanted for myself in the year that’s about to come. But as I was sitting on my front steps this morning reflecting on this, and, reflecting on the anxiety