Though it’s back to work today after an extended vacation, I can reflect on highlights of the holiday season now in the rearview mirror. Mostly they involve family members, laughter and naps, but one was particularly memorable.

I took a risk to convene with a few other guys I’d never met for a breakfast meeting. It was as out of character for me to show up as it was for me to accept the invitation in the first place.

We all had histories which were individually devastating and had emerged on the other side as better men. For years now, stepping out of my comfort zone has been an unfamiliar but beckoning need in order to effect remaining desired changes in my life and character on approach to my end of days.

I suspect for me 2024 will be the start of some very good things and the end of others, embodying the meaning of a genuinely happy new year.

Call me superstitious, but I’ve found a lot of good things can happen for you when you simply just start making your bed each morning.