In a previous post (Lessons in Grief – Part 7), I detailed the challenges and sadness that this year delivered, like a flaming bag of poo on the front step. See ya, 2023. Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out!
As 2024 takes its baby steps into January, I’m trying to dredge up some enthusiasm for this new beginning that we conjure in our blessedly human minds. After all, January First holds no real magic. There isn’t some cosmic demarcation at midnights around the world, tying up the old year in dirty twine, then opening the new one with shiny bows and foil confetti. It’s just another day in the life, filled with the usual obligations, angst, and occasional moments of joy.
Yeah, I guess I’m greeting the new year unusually pragmatic. I’m not making any scheduled goals since recent goals didn’t stand a chance against the vagaries of the universe. If this sounds like I’m channeling Eeyore, I’m really not. I just want to temper my expectations: of myself, of the world around me, and of the events over which I have zero control.
Work will continue on my Christmas romance novella and the first in a series of cozy mystery novels, followed by the learning roller coaster of self-publishing. It would be nice to get healthier and do a few day trips. The most I can plan is to do my best, day after day.
And, so, my word for 2024 is ~
ONWARD
Whether it’s at a snail’s pace, a graceful jete, or a jet-fueled race to the finish line, I’ll scrape the shit off my singed shoe and move ONWARD into 2024.
Best Wishes for a Cautiously Optimistic New Year!!
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I'm Writing As Fast As I Can 
Onward indeed, that’s the choice. I’m reading Blue Skies by T C Boyle. It’s an eco thriller involving a family that takes place in FL and CA. Very reflective on our environment crisis.
Thank you for your lovely writing! Gay
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