GLITTER MAY BE OUR ONLY OPTION

Dearest 2024: as you are drawing to a close it would be ungracious of me not to let you know how keenly aware I am of your desperate attempts to turn things around these past twelve months. The joy was so close, but there was a whole lot of drama-la.

Now it’ll be in the hands of a new year and I have no doubt you are counting down the days, minutes and seconds. You are clearly due for a well-deserved sign-off. SPA DAY!!

Any words of wisdom?

I thought not.

Any final words? HELLLOOOOO??

OH I SEE… you seem to be adhering to that old adage, “if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all”.

Be that as it may, I have plenty of not nice things to say and though I choose not to get political on my site, you might have an inkling as to all the not nice things I have verbally spewed and continue to think/speak regarding the direction things are going.

READ BETWEEN THE LINES.

Back to the subject at hand – my end of year post where I mostly rant and avoid new year resolutions. This annual urgent plea appears to be more like a broken record than ever.

HELLLLLP…

Therefore, my darling 2025, it’s getting to be about that time. Time for you to bear the brunt of next years’ 365 days. And if you thought I was asking a lot of 2024 just you wait… cause you are in for a doozy of a year.

I must admit to being a little worried as you are oft depicted as a naked baby. Please tell me you are a Mozart listening babe, able to read at a doctoral level and can brilliantly intuit the good guys from the bad. In other words – don’t be a cry baby.

Now listen up. Listen up good as we, the people, are not going to be easy on you. So get your act together. You will be contending with some crazy shit. Project loads of kindness… but don’t be a wuss.

Deep breath.

I NEED TO believe that love, kindness and thoughtful care of those who need it most will eventually win out. And it’s imperative that must-have laughter be spread about. We can persevere, right? Sure we can. Big applause…

Now here’s a look back at my “little reads” of 2024. Read ‘em and weep. Laugh and commiserate.

Just give a little click on each title!

A SUPPORT SYSTEM THAT DOESN’T RELY ON CUP SIZE – lately I’ve been thinking about how best to maneuver through this next chapter of life with my dearest gal pals. I love my girlfriends. If I have one complaint, it’s that a whole lot of “old lady talk” seems to be seeping into every crevice of our yakkity-yaks.

MY EARHOLES ARE EXHAUSTED – do your ear canals get a real workout? Is it a constant dance between “Say what?” and “Make it stop!”? In my case, it often turns into a frantic “I CAN’T HEAR YOU WITHOUT MY GLASSES ON!”

FLEEING THE COOP – doing the happy dance the summer both kids went off to overnight camp was pretty fantastic! Pretty fantastic until I realized that my outward joy was triggering some unsociable attitudes from first time camper parents – towards me.

I SEE DEAD PEOPLE – I have a knack for peeping dead people.

IT HIIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS – this says it all: “I started this workout back in 2020, it’s now 2024, and I can finally finish the entire workout”. Four years later??! OMG. WTF. Hahahaha. OY.

I SAY CHAROSES, YOU SAY CHAROSET – trust me when I say you will love the charoset, haroses, haroset, charoises, charoses! It’s a yummy combo of apples and nut … just oozing with sweet WINE. Ha, now I have your attention!

self-REFLECTION – there is always a skinny mirror and dancers are drawn to it ... transfixed, besotted, smitten.

BAD TIMING – having written, often, about my distaste for my older-ness I have come to the realization that I needed to change my tune. And I was all set to change that tune to something more hunky-dory when I was confronted  with a timekeeper.

I began writing (as my self-prescribed therapy) in what I referred to as my fake blog. It was a wonderfully fulfilling creative outlet for my eyes only. Eventually, and hesitantly, I hit the “publish” button – wondering who would actually see it and what might they say????

Please know how much it means to me that you have taken the time to read and even comment. It really makes my day (and year!)

HAPPY ALL THE HOLIDAYS… here’s to healthy, loving determination and hope. May peace and understanding prevail in the world.

As for my “reluctant ager” status that I so vehemently wave? I’ll have you know I greeted 70 with the calm, cool, confidence it deserves. Who am I f-ing kidding? That is hilarious… hahahahahahahhaha. I am so funny.

xoxo, Karen

Bring on the glitter…

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