last words of the 2023 story, whatever it was, so much to recap so much inventory so many experiences that sounds cheesy, but seriously the year that absolutely told me what this year is supposed to be, this new year… 2024.

Getting into bed, not sure I’ll be able to sleep. In awe of what she does, honestly. 15 more minutes… time to close the book. Start the new… simplify and amplify, intensify all purposes.

This is surreal, this new dimension. 2346

Animals out of the room so I can concentrate, but then I think maybe I shouldn’t be writing. I should just let the 2023 book be done.

Everyone gets so, I don’t know, about new years. Why. For what…. I get it, with 2024. On a wide consideration of contours. First negatives and and nay-saying dopes dismissed. Second, laugh at it. All of these frowning clowns.

23:49 – Live more madly. Time to post, close. Done. I’m ready… like into a new life and layer of promise and magnitude. All of this is ours… we have everything we need. No need to wish.

Opposers think they’ll halt us? Their disposition is wonderful comedy. They teach me how distant they are mentally, and how extreme be their lunacy.

23:51…. Different me with the year. Posting, then attempt at bed without her…. Fearless and grateful for this next book. The opportunity and me speak, in concert. No more blur. Certainty, completely, me.

Off the ground…. In love and with no hurt.