When I was a kid someone gave me a calendar for Christmas. It was a long, bamboo-like, woven, wall calendar, probably 3 feet tall. It came rolled up so that when I unrolled it January was at the top and December was at the bottom - A tall column. I think I kept this thing on my wall for several years. That settled into my brain as the order of the world. Now as an adult, when we progress to the end of December it has been a subconcious movement down to the bottom of the column. So, for January to start - a new year - we have to go A L L T H E W A Y back up to the top to start over again. It's not a linear thing for me. And it's always on the left. December finishes out, and it's like hitting the return key, then the up scroll button; the little marker goes back to the left and climbs back up to January. Kind of like the opposite of the ball dropping in Times Square at New Years. The little ball has to rise all the way back up to the top to January ... well, just like the little red ball in the tube of the coffee maker when you add water. That's my brain on New Years, getting back up to January.
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