phew?

My trunk show blitz has ended and the last of my 2009 orders have shipped.

This year has been a good one. I'm pretty content with where things are headed.

Why then is the knot in my head still wound tight? What is this feeling I get towards the end of the year? You know, the nagging feeling that everything must be wrapped up before the clock strikes midnight on the 31st?

Should I view things as a continual stream of time instead of one that abruptly stops - then starts?

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