I'm glad to welcome another year and let the last one go. Good or bad, years just seem to get worn and tired by their ends, and a blank canvas can bring a nice freshness, even when it's really only an arbitrary page turn. It's still better than nothing as far as I'm concerned.
Resolutions don't tend to be sustainable (or even interesting) enterprises for me, but a new year's arbitrary freshness at least gives me a moment to reflect and remember who I am. That's one of the things that can make a year feel so threadbare by its close: all the large and small ways I've managed to drift off course and away from who I really am. Particularly as a Christian, I need so much reminding, so I'll take every reminder I can get.
So welcome, 2011—I'd like to be more faithful through your days than I was in 2010, and that's going to take a lot of God's grace and a deeper reliance on Him in Word, prayer, and fellowship. Holy Spirit, remind me of who I am, ground me in Christ's love, and grow a greater love of Him and His people in me.