At
midnight tonight, I will have survived the Holiday Season, which in America is
October- January 1. It has been a hell of a three months, but I'm still
here.
I'm going into 2020 with an
unexpected car payment (my 2007 Ford Escape bit the big one and it was either
buy a new car or buy a new engine....), a new plan, a new attitude, and high
hopes.
The insane heat that's going on
here in Texas is not only taking out people's car batteries but apparently the
coolant as well. Somewhere along the way this year I was either slow on or
missed a coolant refill, which caused a crack inside the engine somewhere,
which allowed leaks that were undetectable from the outside that caused
catastrophic engine failure. In the end, I could even buy a new engine
for seven grand or buy a new car. My Ford was pronounced dead on a Monday
and on Thursday I was the owner of a 2017 Hyundai. We were hoping to get at
least three more years out of my car (which conveniently meant no car payment)
but we got a good deal on my new wheels. It was a whirlwind of a week,
but we survived.
My new plan, per my last post, is
to make myself a priority in 2020. Not just superficial facial and bottle
of wine day off ritual, but genuine self-care. Not stressing about going
to every social event (introverts unite.... separately, at our own time),
saying no every now and then, saying yes to things that sound fun, and opening
myself up to opportunities.
As for my high hopes, I'm still
counting on having my first book published in 2020. We're at the final waiting
stage, waiting for MGM to give us the official green light. I'm stoked to
forever have my name be an official part of SG-1 cannon.
But right now, it's December 31,
2019, and I'm chilling. I've got Disney+ streaming, a bottle of wine, a
dog snuggled at my hip, and no pressure.
Happy 2020 everyone!
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