Since I cannot seem to locate my journal, I will write my thoughts here.  It is 12:38 am, technically the day after the new year and my 65th birthday.  I find it so hard to believe that I am now categorized as a senior citizen.  I have so much life in me, and so many friends, still the life of the party (well not party, but I am still a very lively person in the room).  I am still enjoying a job that I absolutely love, living on my own (in my case marriage made me old, whereas, singleness keeps me feeling youthful).

 

In 2023, I have decided to leave behind a few things such as bad habits (talking too much, sharing my plans, staying in uncomfortable  situations just to please others, and not being bold enough to speak up when I am offended). In 2024, I aim to be bolder, do something unique each month such as take dance classes, pottery classes, go walking in an old town just because, create something new, do something new.  I don't know what seventy looks like or if I will even see seventy, 

 

I pray that Siri isn't correct when she states that the US will be involved in a disruption that it will never recover from.  I pray that we somehow get an option for a different president than Biden or Trump, because if either of them wins again, we are screwed.   I pray that my grandbabies will begin visiting me again (I am not sure what that's about), and I also pray that the good Lord would introduce me to my soulmate.  But. if He doesn't, I pray that I will enjoy peace and joy as I continue to fly solo.

 

May you all enjoy 2024 to the fullest.