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2023 Is Going To Be My Year!
The Cocoon's About To Burst & This This Butterfly Is Finally Ready
Yup, you read it here first, 2023 is going to be MY year! 2022 was a bust, mostly, as were 2021 and 2020.
The truth is, I can’t remember my last really awesome year, 1989, maybe? 1971 was pretty good, I guess, I mean I was born. But then again there was the whole mother-dying thing that sort of put a damper on things.
Okay, okay, I’m being facetious, obviously. If it weren’t for a bit of dark, self-deprecating humour, I’d be far worse for wear.
That said, this isn’t a sad story, it’s a happy one, an exciting one. I’ve changed a lot over the past decade or so. I walked away from a soul-sucking career, divorced, remarried, and saw all my boys grow up and leave the nest. I’ve crashed and burned, more than once and built myself back up from the ground up.
Funny thing about the rebuilding part, each time I had to do it, it sucked. It sucked really, really hard. But, each time, I somehow built a person that was increasingly closer to who I am, or who I’m supposed to be.
It’s a strange and scary feeling when you start finding yourself underneath all the layers of crap. I’d lived so long for others, I had no clue who I was. If I didn’t have others to position myself…
