The end of one decade and the beginning of a new one brings on a state of serious reflection. It's more than a little mind-boggling, overwhelming, and staggering to think of the past ten years. I have regrets. A fuckload of 'em.
I also have a boon of blessings. No need to dwell on maudlin ruminations of days and people gone by; rather, I will endeavor to shatter expectations--others' and my own.
In that spirit, I think these book boxes are scandalously fun. They're the perfect place to hide a whole new year's worth of treasures, pipe dreams, prospects, and/or perhaps something(s) naughty.
Cheers. And HNY.