To focus on the donut, instead of on the hole.
It was New Year's Eve 1999, in a hotel with high school friends, when I first read that quote. It was streaming across the ticker at the bottom of the TV during the celebrations in Times Square, so fast that I barely caught it. I loved it, and adopted it.
And that's why our family eats donuts every New Year's morning.
We invented our own unique family tradition to go with it, too: donuts on strings.
The kids love it.
I especially enjoy watching the children drool over the donuts as I make them wait until the strings are attached.
They'll get me back over the next ten days, while I'm on a "Daniel Fast" refraining from meat, processed foods and sugars (and Facebook!) to be more disciplined and intentional about my life, especially prayer and my walk with God. That donut was my last splurge.
But lunch wasn't bad.
Happy New Year!