I am hardly an optimistic person and there are still two weeks left but I am looking forward to 2018. 2017 is my annus horribilis: with major surgery and a cancer scare and consecutive deaths of my Daddy and Lola. I guess it’s like that saying, there’s no other way but up, so I’m wishing, kinda expecting, that 2018 will be better.
Since my Daddy died, I noticed that I let go in dealing with my clutter. I guess it’s a reflection of what I feel: chaotic and wallowing. So next year, I hope to declutter, declutter, declutter. My word for 2018 is SIMPLIFY.
And, I’m putting this out to the Universe: I want to get pregnant in 2018. So help me God.
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