Back to December
2022 wasn’t a bad little year.
I mean, it was ridiculous in its own ways that previous years weren’t.
But I figure I had seven great days.
Six in the Keys …
One in Orlando …
Enjoyed Christmas and NYE immensely …
I’m still getting a paycheck, which bought what my kiddos know as “good foodz.”
Everyone in my little family is here.
Mom pointed out that I sang to myself a lot in December. I was happy.
I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughin’ from the passenger’s side
And realized I loved you in the fall
I stopped singing when I got back to work after three weeks off. Stopped being as nice, too.
Jesus, the stress returned faster than the tan I acquired before this cold snap.
I need to get back to being the person I was in December. And to keep being her forever.