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Here it Comes

Bynhcarmichael

Another year already? With so much left undone?! So many good and bad days, rolled into twelve months. It’s been a great year. It’s been a horrible year. And now it’s over. And so it all begins again tomorrow.

If we’ve learned anything from our stack of years, it’s that time flies, and 2023 will go just as quickly as 2022 did, and 2021 before that. We ought to feel that urgency and apply it to our days. I hope we do.

Ready or not, here it comes. Beginning with today and tomorrow and each precious nugget of living. May we use it wisely.

Happy New Year!

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