All right, so it’s now December 31st. Almost 2023. And assuming I don’t get married in the next four hours, I am breaking the divorce-married-divorce streak I’ve been setting since 2019. That’s right. G and I officially divorced in 2019, I got secret-married in 2020, and then I got divorced again 2021.
Crazy, right? I kind of love it. And while I knew I probably should not continue the streak, I thought it would be hilarious if I did. I would have loved telling my family about it too. Alas, I’m not getting married tonight and I’m trying to make better decisions when it comes to relationships. I’m making no promises, though. You’re welcome.
Wow, 2022 was so much different than I ever could have predicted. I’ve learned a lot. And as I’m sitting here tonight by myself, with a face mask on, binge-watching Schitt’s Creek, I’m looking forward to my next adventure. Nothing about my life has been predictable or traditional and I don’t want that to change.
And here’s a couple of pictures of my big dumb face. The first is before a synchro event thing and the second is from this morning (I got the mug as a gift).
Happy New Year! May 2023 bring all the good things to you and yours.