It seems like only yesterday we were wondering if the Mayan's had it right and the world was doomed in 2012. The blockbuster movie by that name was okay, but not awesome. Turns out the Mayan's made great calendars but they couldn't predict their own downfall or the downfall of the planet. Actually, their calendar was predicting a new beginning, not an end. That was all Western hype. However, it turns out the Mayan's didn't exactly get the new start thing right, either. The universe is spinning onward as before. Nothing much has changed in our tiny corner of it.
In the face of such monumental failures to predict the future, I will refrain from making my own predictions for 2014. I've learned life is whimsical. As soon as I think I have things figured out, a new curve ball is hurtled in my direction. 2013 was no exception, I don't expect 2014 will prove to be any different.
I do know I love the game of life. I love the game of love, too. It's why I write romances. In spite of highs, lows and curve balls, I believe love makes our journey worthwhile. Sometimes, in the hurry-up rush of keeping-up, we forget to tell the people who matter how much we love them. Today, in the early hours of a new year, I'm going to take a moment to make sure they know how much I care.
I love you to infinity and beyond,
Kathy, Josh, Shantel, Mom, Dad, Greg, Bob, Mark, Gary, Theresa, Deb, Rox, Marietta, Barb, Mary, Kayleigh, Sadie, Charlie, Gladys, Edna, Boyd, Marilyn, Vern, Millie, Verna, Eugene, Henry, Rita, Ed, Gemma, and my David, always and forever darling.