Fifty-some days into a new year and I'm laughing. Laughing at the expectations, the journals from undergrad scribbled with questionable handwriting the very problems I still find myself solving today at 25. What we do matters. But can we stop focusing on the numerical date pressed onto that planner of ours, and can we blur out the analog clock so boldly showing off when we look down at our iPhone. Can we? Can we take a vacation without an agenda, eat our favorite meal without thinking consequences, and can we start to do things for ourselves without fear of selfishness. I think so.