It’s a new year, which always starts out with my birthday, on Jan 3. I won’t say how old I am but let’s just say I’ve witnessed my own share of history.

I’m noticing all the articles about how to keep resolutions. Hah! I don’t even make them any more. What’s the point? Especially if you make them when you’re bloated with sugar, fat and alcohol and ground down emotionally by fatigue, anxiety about money, the flu, and the cold, darkness of yucky winter. And this with such hubris from a southern california girl where we scream “I’m cold” when the weather hit’s 68 degrees.

I wish I had the integrity to feel ashamed.

I don’t. I like being warm. I like being comfortable. I like having it my way. Shoot me. Call me names…lol.

Ah well. Another year another dollar, we fervently hope.

Happy New Year Everyone.

Susan

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