Yes, on the 27th of December, I choose to write the last entry of the year.

I’m over this year and that’s ok.

I’m ready for this year to be gone. Gone, but not forgotten. I don’t want to forget the lessons that I learned.

I’m ready for something new. Something better. Something that makes me smile more.

I’m ready to get my shit together in a better way. You would think that at the wise old age that I am, I would have figured this part out, but hell, I’m a work in progress.

I’m ready for new beginnings. (See afore mentioned “i’m ready for something new.)

I’m ready to break the damn boomerang.

I want to focus on health. All of the health. The ear health, the stomach health, the size of my ass ,health.

I’m ready to walk another 100 miles.

I’m ready to figure out a better way to control my budget. No, I do not need another eye shadow pallette or leopard print rainboots. No, I really don’t.

I really want to understand what this is all about:

This is my present to myself.