The sun has danced with the earth three hundred and sixty four times since I last let go of a year. I am in my garden, a new one, since it was last January 31st, and the sun has already said goodbye. The next time I see her, I will be a new woman, an older woman, a wiser woman. My heart has been broken this year, and then mended. I am anticipating the days that are to come, apprehensive, but excited.