There is something about a number you can’t help but love — a number is clean, solid, magnificent, honest, like a giant statue of George Washington sculpted from Ivory soap.
It’s not easy, taking the measure of a year. Yes, we can call it twelve months, or 365 days, or 525,600 miiiiinutes. But what matters is the progress made, goals reached, and lives changed.
Champagne is for chumps. Here’s some data worth toasting to.