This post will show up as January 2nd, but trust me when I tell you that here in the dark underbelly of Canada, it’s still the 1st.
I want to say thank you for reading me in the past year. It’s funny, but I wished for a tribe, some people to talk to, to share with and I started this blog, and well, I got it. You have all been amazing and supportive. And when I think I’m out of words and I should shut this down, one of you little ducks sends me a message or a comment that lets me know I’m still doing a wee bit right.
So you get a love letter. A bag of wishes that I hope for all of you and the world this year.
I hope you all win the lottery. And I hope you remember me when you do.
I hope you all have full bellies. I don’t want anyone to worry about where their next meal is coming from.
I hope you all have warm,cozy beds to crawl into whenever you feel like it. Because what is better than that?
I hope you have loved ones. Well, I know you do. I hope they are well, too.
I hope you keep your job. Shit is kinda scary out there.
I hope it gets better. It may seem like it won’t but hang on. It will.
If you haven’t found your one true love, I hope you do.
I hope you get the chance to do whatever it is you love doing. And that time stands still when you are.
I hope you never feel alone. Because you are not. (I don’t mean that to sound like a psychotic episode, though it kinda seems like it.) So…
I wish you all good mental health.
I hope someone learns to tame owls so we can all have one. Cause, really, how badass would it be to have your own owl?
I hope there are no zombie or werewolf attacks. If there are, get to my place, because I am soooo ready!
Most of all, I wish you the best year you could ever have. May all your dreams come true.
And thank you for being here. You make it better. Really.
Love, Me *hugging you all through the internet*