Letter to 2023 and More

 2023,

  Wow. Wow. Let me catch my breath. That was a wild ride. I mean, single to married? Can’t beat that. Maybe a trip to Scotland. I’m kidding.

  I remember telling 2022 that 2023 was going to be a year full of possibilities and it all went above and beyond. Living the life I’ve prayed for is wonderful and really, really hard. Married people and all the books did not prepare me for all the work that it takes for a happy, healthy marriage. No matter. I chose this and I am happy. 

  Looking into the windows of the past is something I like to do on occasion. I like to be nostalgic and sad and grieve happy childhoods lost. Somehow, though, I’m just fine with pulling the shades down and sitting with the present instead. Life is a pleasure I mean to enjoy. 

  So. Here’s to miracles and joy. 

  Hello, 2024. 

This is going to be beautiful. 

Linda Adams, 

December, 2023

Mmmm yes. Hello everyone. This blog site used to be my baby and now it's more like a baby left on the steps of a chapel. I started it back when I was fifteen and in dire need of appreciation. I am much more self aware now and know that cyber appreciation is cotton candy. God appreciates and approves of me and it is a wonderful, satisfying affirmation.

Anyway, maybe I should take back the doorstep baby, give it a little growth. I'm going to make a list of resolutions--I do every year--and put something about this blog on there. Feed the baby.

Thank you all for following me and reading my posts. I'm grateful for every single one of you, even though I don't know who a third of you are. (Remix of Thanksgiving here)

Most of all, grateful for God and the miracles He continually gifts us.

Fixes you with a hairy eyeball

The tiny ones count as much as the big ones.

My eyeballs aren't actually hairy. I don't know where that comes from, but it's fun to use.

Okay. The husband is back.

Enjoy all the days, even the bad ones. You're still alive, aren't you?