Today, September 14th, is my New Year’s Eve. In less than 12 hours I’ll turn … ehm, let’s leave that a secret. Let’s just say a year older. And like you do on New Year’s Eve’s, I’m making resolutions for the coming year. I am going to exercise more (signed up for 3 classes at the NYU gym that start next week, including yoga, which I’ve never done before and am really curious about), take more time to read and reflect (although I’m pretty happy with the yield of books read this year: the aim was 52 books, one for every week, and I’m already up to 50 books. That’s what not having a TV does to me.), and to keep up with my coursework. Enjoy my time in New York to the fullest. To graduate next July. And decide if I am going to start my own company and if so get started on it. And find the love of my life. Hmmm, maybe I’m becoming a bit too ambitious?