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. Donāt let the door hit ya on the way out!
As 2024 takes its baby steps into January, Iām 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.Ā There isnāt 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. Itās just another day in the life, filled with the usual obligations, angst, and occasional moments of joy.
Yeah, I guess Iām greeting the new year unusually pragmatic. Iām not making any scheduled goals since recent goals didnāt stand a chance against the vagaries of the universe. If this sounds like Iām channeling Eeyore, Iām 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 itās at a snailās pace, a graceful jete, or a jet-fueled race to the finish line, Iāll scrape the shit off my singed shoe and move ONWARD into 2024.
Best Wishes for a Cautiously Optimistic New Year!!
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