Cinderella.

It's that time of the year again..the stroke of a clock somehow equaling a fresh page, a clean slate, a new way of thinking and living life.  Counting Crows shoots through my head like angels singing "You go to sleep dreaming how you would be a different kind, if you thought you could but you come awake the way you are instead." I am me. Do I need changes? Yes. But I don't need a new year for that? My slate is full of blotches, lines, and sketches. Don't wipe them off to clear shininess. I am me. Flaws included.