...to those deserving a better, happier year. I saw several Facebook posts by people who are only too glad to end 2015. I was feeling sorry about that and am hopeful that better days were coming. Well, let me just say, "Me, too." All in all, I can honestly say this past year rivals the worst year of my life.
I'll spare you the details.
Let's just go with the idea that it will be different in the days to come. Why? How? I've only a hint of a clue. I'm older. Wiser to the rise...or lack of it. Not so quick to believe the best. Not so slow to let go and give one more chance to those who aren't really wanting one more chance. I've come to realize that I can't make other people believe in me or in that which I hold as my particular scruple or standard. "Not wanted" means not wanted. Same goes for "not welcome."
I'm an orchid, stuck here in prickly pear country. And it's all "open effin' carry."
I'm laying here in bed with cold morning leftover coffee watching the Rose Parade by myself on an old broken television thinking "Hah. This is Shawn...Happy New Year?"
That remains to be seen.
I'm having my doubts, at this point.
Stay tuned. Hold yer tater.
Shawn
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