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Julie Barrett In short, 2016 sucked swamp water, big time. And I'm not talking about celebrity deaths. I've dealt with deaths in my circle of friends and family. Those hurt far more, even though they don't get shared to death on the Facebook Feedback Loop.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
So I declare next year The Year of Me. Before you berate me for being narcissistic, please allow me to explain. I've spent the last few years (as mentioned in the link above) doing things for other people, and letting my business - and my well-being - slide. So 2017 is for me and my family.
I know. I'm not big on resolutions in January. But I've given this a lot of thought, and it's time for me to take care of myself before I become a statistic in 2017.
I also must refocus on creating. That means writing, goods, whatever. I refuse to have two bad years back-to-back.
Oh yes, the political landscape is terrible. But there are still things under my control, and I refuse to blame anyone sitting in the Oval Office for my own shortcomings.
This means you may see more self-promotion from me. I kinda hate that, but it won't be all "buy my stuff" all the time, I promise. First, I have to produce some stuff for you to buy, so you won't be seeing the self-promotion for a while. I still have eye surgery to (if you'll pardon the pun) look forward to, along with the recovery period from that. And I have an estate to manage.
Anyway, thanks for your support in 2016, and let's hope 2017 is truly better.