Sunday, December 31^st, 2023… it’s the last day we can claim for this year. Some might say, due to Bailey’s passing on December 27^th, that it was a bad year. Not necessarily. It was just a year, like any other year, that promoted good, bad, indifferent days and events. This has been much like any other year, and I am glad I can say I lived this year.

I offer no accounting of this waning year. Making an account of the accomplishments or a lack thereof seems to matter little to me as the years pass on. There is much for which I can brag but I find it pointless. I respect the journey: the highs, the lows, the gleaming, the flaws, the joy, the heartaches, the gains, the losses, the carefree days, the stressful days. I lived another year, this year, and that is enough. And as always, there were the friendships of many, close and just familiar, that kept me buoyant in all areas.

I go into the new year with no resolutions except to be kind to all. The year is but a marker or collection of days and not one to be compared to previous or coming years.

And with that, I urge you to make it a great day!