You might remember (likely not), the old birthday tradition of bravely charging resolutions to the new year, taking all of the pressure off January and plopping it right onto October. You might remember (likely not), that the year before was We’ll See, and the most recent was Shut Up and Go; each so highly prophetic and eerily realized as to warrant more than a light amount of pressure over what to do with the coming twelve months.

After much consideration, or not all that much but enough, I hereby declare this: the year of All In.