No matter how your 2007 was, I hope 2008 is better. I can’t add much to this, other to say it louder.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t to forget make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. [From As I was saying]
The older I get, the more important this seems to be. You’re the only you there is, was, or will be. Don’t hide your light under a basket.