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Happy New Year
Dear Friends, Family, Enemies, Business Associates, and Everyone Else …
I love New Year’s because it’s like a do-over moment. We get to start again with a clean slate. It’s like after a colonoscopy, when you feel as if you will maybe only put fabulous things in your mouth from now on, and your entire system will be reborn. At least that is the way it felt for me after my colonoscopy … for the few moments before I went and had two fried eggs, whole-wheat toast with butter and fake blueberry jelly, bacon, and a Diet Coke. But there was that moment when I had the chance.
Anyway, back to New Year’s Eve. I clear my chest. I take deep breaths, forgive and ask forgiveness, and start the New Year. So here we go.
I forgive all of you who were mean to me in 2022, particularly the guy at church in November who came over to me after the last election and told me I only had myself to blame for the future demise of our country and immigration unchecked.
I’m sorry, William Sonoma, for not picking up the three gingerbread houses I asked you to set aside for me. The weather got bad and I had to hightail it home before I had time to get them. I do feel badly about it.
I hope the guy in the Volvo I almost killed when I changed lanes without looking over my shoulder reads this and accepts my heartfelt apology. I know. You are right, and yes, I was on the phone when I did it. I did learn my lesson, I promise.
I do not forgive Ye or whatever his name is today for his outrageous statements about Jews. Nope, #SorryNotSorry.
I ask my eyes to forgive me for not going to the eye doctor this year to get my cataract fixed. Appointment is made.
I forgive Sister Wives, the reality show, for taking up space on TikTok and wasting my precious time. I have no idea why I’m enthralled. Not a clue. And an early apology to those who are now curious, will look them up, and get hooked as well.
I forgive my friend David, who turned me on to Quordle that has wasted countless hours of my time over the past four months.
I forgive one of our clients for adding chocolate-covered caramels to their menu. Bastards.
I forgive Franklin Covey for discontinuing the annual calendar design for my planner that I have used for the past THIRTY-FIVE YEARS. Really? Is there no loyalty? I do forgive you, but I’m still not pleased about it.
I forgive the writers at Bad Sisters for selling out and agreeing to a season two. The brilliant series as finished. The story was told.
All in all, I start 2023 with an open heart, a hopeful plan for business, and a grateful sense that all things are as they are supposed to be. What more could I ask?
Happy, safe, productive, healthy, creative New Year.
PS… I saw this and it made me smile. Aren’t clever writers grand? His response? “I just arrived in Venice. Streets are flooded. Suggestions?”