Forewarned is Forearmed

I shall arise shamelessly, an overly curvaceous Venus from the stormy seas of 2021. That’ll be enough exercise for the coming year. I’m ditching the diets and stop worrying about my memory. No more sticky notes on the fridge or lists of lists. If I forget, tough. I won’t remember I’ve forgotten.

I’m going to speak my mind and be less eager to please, so bye-bye nice old gal, hello grumpy old woman, and, whoopee, I’ll live life in the fast lane, wing walk, zip wire, sky dive. Scare the wits out of the kids if they’re still talking to me.