“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.” ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets   I admire the notion of wiping the slate clean for the year to come, particularly at a time when the cold, dark hours are just beginning their slow creep toward the light. But it doesn’t really work that way, does it? Chances are, regardless of our resolve, we will wake on February 1 still in these same bodies in need of more exercise and less sugar; in these brains in need of more fresh thought and less group-think; in these hearts in need of more gratitude and less comparison.   I’m not immune to the My Year in Review tradition, but I find as I…