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Tabula Rasa Day FAQ

Q: What is Tabula Rasa Day?
A: I created a holiday to celebrate inner freedom to start over. I declared December 1st , as Tabula Rasa ['tabula rasa' is Latin for "blank slate"] Why? It's the first day, of the first month, of the first year, of the rest of my life

Q: Why 'Tabula Rasa Day', 'los? Why not blank slate day or something easier to digest?
A: Most languages are based in Latin, therefore English. I created the holiday for myself - a day to challenge myself to be introspective, or perhaps run head long into a challenge. Most importantly, it's NOT A RESOLUTION DAY LIKE NEW YEARS!

Q: Is it always celebrated on December 1st?
A: Regardless of the day of the week, it'll ALWAYS be December 1st. No exceptions, I will not be swayed on this matter. USA holidays either fall on the same date every year (e.g. Christmas) or same day (e.g. Thanksgiving) I was forced to pick one, and I chose the former over the latter.

Q: When will you stop celebrating TRD? Will you take a 'break'?
A: When will I stop? When they are kicking dirt in my face while being 6 feet deep. Next question, please...

Q: How do we celebrate TRD?
A: It's original vision was to have a Washington Apple shot, then a domestic beer chaser. As I've observed others wanting to celebrate with me, I've relented on that for others. I continue the tradition but with that said, anyone can celebrate with me - with alcohol, with wine, with soda, with water.

Q: Does my Tabula Rasa Day Declaration have any requirements? Who's accountable for it?
A: No requirements; big or small. It could be mundane like changing the flavor of syrup you get at Starbucks (almond to hazelnut) to life changing like my bro BYoB did and skydived.

No one's accountable except yourself. If you lie to yourself, who else will you lie to?

Q: Does my Tabula Rasa Day Declaration have an expiration date? Must I continue to pursue for a year?
A: Again, it's not a resolution. It's a declaration! You state something, like I did last year, and follow through. Your declaration has no expiration date, but the intent and spirit of it is to complete within the year until next TRD

Q: What was your TRD Declaration last year? Have you done your previous year's declarations?
A: To own a home (i.e. house, townhouse, condo). And yes, I've completed previous years declarations.

Q: It's Tabula Rasa Day VIII. Eight years is a quite sometime. Are you running out of challenges for yourself?
A: No. Never will.

Q: Tabula Rasa Day is not known to many people as a holiday. Do you envision it being statewide? Nationwide? How about worldwide?
A: Firstly, I'm pleasantly shocked how many of my friends and family celebrate with me. Let alone, co-workers, friends of friends, etc. To answer the question, it would extraordinary if my message of hope becomes a 'thing'.

Q: In 2018, Tabula Rasa Day falls on a Saturday. It'll be the 10th anniversary. Are you planning something big and more extravagant than the 4th year?
A: Maybe or maybe not. Guess you'll have to stick around long enough to find out!

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