March 24, 2020
2020, The Flaming Steamer On Our Doorstep by B.A.
Seems just like yesterday. I was howling at the moon from my front porch, in celebration of the coming new year. 2019 was so shitty. Our whole entire year, delivered a steaming load of flaming crap at our front door, on a monthly basis. I tried my best to find the positive. I really worked hard at learning the lessons 2019 had to bestow, so that I could manifest 2020 to be so much better. Transitions are always so difficult. Growing pains mostly just suck but I know they are worth it in the end. I just felt a euphoric sense about 2020. It’s going to be magical, my year. Our year!! If we could just hold on and work our way through the crappy juju of 2019, we would reap the rewards. 2020 life would be great, maybe even relaxing.
Back to the porch and that moment.
I was ready and happy to shed the yuck of 2019. As I said, a euphoric feeling took over me that night. I felt that 2020 would be magical and that really wonderful things would happen. This is worth repeating, I had super high hopes and intentions for the coming year! Well, if I am completely honest and don’t rewrite history; I felt that way, as I was smudging all of the rooms of the house, before I walked out on to the porch to howl in the new year.