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Kicking 2016 to the Curb

I hate to sound ungrateful. Really, I do….but I will be SO glad to see the end of 2016!

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I can’t wait for this horrible, terrible, bad year to come to an end. Can’t come soon enough for me. Not that I’m bitter……..

This was the year that the husband fought cancer, got sick on chemo treatments and was in and out of the hospital so many times I got to know the hospital’s emergency unit way too well.

My mom passed away. I miss her. We didn’t always see eye to eye on things. Ok, hell, we hardly ever did but she was my mother and the last few years we got close for the first time in our lives and then I lost her. Figures.

The husband and I fought the bureaucratic offices for any kind of help we could get just so we wouldn’t go without food or important medications. It was a hard, long fight but we won in the end.

Many good singers, actors, and people died this past year and much too early in life.

This was the year I saw an egotistical, hate spewing, bigot with a very limited and sometimes made-up vocabulary become the president-elect of the USA. I feel so scared for my home country and wince when I think of what is to come. (This is the only time you will ever read how much I dislike, distrust and abhor Trump on this blog. I keep my politics to myself)

Because of the constant stress, my health is not the best. I am a fighter, though, a survivor so I will get better and stronger this coming year.

I hardly wrote anything worthwhile. My plans for coming out with a few new books fell to the wayside with a loud thump. I could barely keep up with this blog, much less new books. It made me feel so…..wasteful. Wasteful of time and energy and my dreams.

Yes, 2016 was a terrible year. But, like all things it is temporary. A new year is fast approaching and I welcome it with a hopeful heart and a wistful soul.

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This coming year is when I plan to turn a few corners. With my health and with my writing.

I never make New Year’s resolutions. That’s just asking for failure. I have made a list of some things I want to work on this coming year.

Writing

Health

Diet

Mental health

These are just a few things I want to change for the better. I want to write those books. Lose those pounds. Become happier. Get my health back.

And take more time for my friends.

So, here comes 2017! About fricking time!