It’s been a sunny if not Arctic day for cleaning house for a fresh new year. The basement has been swept of its spiders, we’ve agreed to let go of the archival collection of phone cords on the hook by the stairs, and I even made headway on tidying up all the books and yarns in my studio. There’s only one more rule for the day: In a journal begun in 1995, I put this year to bed and plot out my hopes for the new year. Tell me, what are your year-end rituals?