No blindfolds or tourniquets for the blood. Any demons leftover from the previous year will soon reveal themselves. Let those beasts run wild, sweat out their remaining poisons. Along the way, refuse to transform your loving hugs into chokeholds. Don’t sell the truth for pocket change. Chip away any stones that have honed your fists into weapons. This year, fill breath with intention and light. Let every inner kindness radiate blessings, guide you through your darkest hours. Be bold, bright, be the true path home. Be your own north star.