But First, Let Me Wish You A Happy New Year

I planned on putting up a good ol’ post, but then I realized that I haven’t even said Happy New Year to you yet, and my mommy taught me well about starting sentences without first greeting. She said it’s rude. So Happy New Year to you. Thank you for following me into another New Year. It proves that the juju I did on you to keep you reading is working very well.

On New Year’s Eve, I found a letter that I wrote to myself on December 28th 2013, and on the envelop, I instructed myself to not read the letter till December 31st 2014. I completely forgot about the letter. I only found it because it was buried under my stack of hanging folders and Igwe needed a hanging folder, so he had to pull the stack out — and there hid my letter.

Before I took my “last shower of 2014,” I was in the bedroom parading in my underwear and heels (because that’s what I do) when I decided to read that letter. So I lay on the bed – still with my heels on – and tore the letter open. I wrote it to myself and it read as if I wrote it to someone else called Vera.

In the letter, I talked about my fear for what 2014 held for me, and my deep concern and frustration about certain issues in my life. I cried when I read the letter. I sounded so sad and exhausted and defeated, like I didn’t even know what way to begin to tackle these issues, as I had tried to fix them every way I knew how to. I am very happy to report that those issues are no longer issues. They have been dissolved, almost like they were never even there. This is part of why 2014 was a true year of favor me.

There were times that I was going through so much (not just in 2014 or 2013) that people didn’t even know.  They saw me, and in their eyes, I looked great, and I looked rich, and I looked like I was just enjoying my life, but that was only the outside of me. Inside, I was very down. I say all this to say that I don’t know most of you who read this blog. I don’t know your faces, or your [real] names, and I certainly don’t know what keeps you up at night.  But I pray that whatever it is, God grants you favor and clarity and victory.

I joke a lot, I know. I am hardly ever serious, I know this, too. But if for some reason you feel like you need to talk to [or email] someone to vent about something, please consider me. I may not have the solution, but I definitely have listening ears, and I would be honored to be a part of your life.

I have a lot of plans for 2015. Some of them are related to Verastic, and the rest aren’t. I also created my first vision board ever, which contains several big things that I’d like to achieve in 2015. For the most part, I have no idea how to go about achieving these things, but that’s where God comes in. He has to come in and do the parts I cannot do.

Enough of the boo hoo hoo stuff, how did you bring in the New Year? For the past two years, we went Downtown Baltimore. This, year, however, I didn’t want to go. I wanted to go to church, but my church did not have a New Year’s Eve service, so we stayed home. I turned up with my sugar free, calorie free sparkling water beverage. And a bottle of Seagram’s Escapes in the mango flavor. That was all the turn up I could handle.

I’ll be putting up a real post tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’m very grateful for the grace to see 2015, and I’m very excited about what the New Year has in store for me. I can’t wait to check things off on my vision board. OMG. Happy New Year, Sweet Potatoes alias Council of Elders.

P.S. My birthday is coming up in 9 days [January 14th]! And of course, I have a birthday wish list.