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This is the tale of a lost young person and an old clockmaker's secret New Year's ritual. It’s not about resolutions, but about a five-minute practice of profound attention that can shift your perspective and attract serendipity. Discover how anchoring yourself in the final moments of the year might just change how luck finds you in the next. The year my luck changed, I was living in a tiny apartment where the sink leaked in rhythm and the best view was of a brick wall. I was convinced fortune had forgotten my address. Then, I met Mr. Alden, the old clockmaker from the third floor. He was a man of silent halls and ticking echoes. One December 30th, as I fumbled with my keys, his door creaked open. “You walk like you’re carrying broken gears,” he said, his voice a soft rasp. “Come in. I have a story that might lighten your load.” Inside was a sanctuary of time. Dozens of clocks covered every surface—grandfathers with solemn faces, delicate porcelain cuckoos, and intricate brass ...