Almost a New Year with new challanges and a brand new slate to write on. I love blank books and a new pen, so I can plan in my head what I will write. And a New Year is the same.
Other people also help fill my blank pages with their stories.
This past year was lonely because it was a year in August we lost Dad. This year was sad because my plant closed and I was afraid of losing the friends I had made there. This year was great because I got to see my granddaughter graduate high school. This year was great because I got to spend two weeks with the world's best sister, yes Peggy that is you. This year was great because I have a job.
A new pen wouldn’t hurt either
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