Sooooo, is it just me, or has 2024 arrived with some sass and major attitude?

As 2023 faded away, I had high hopes that the new year would at least try to be on Santa’s Nice List for 2024. At least start out on the good foot (nod to The Godfather of Soul James Brown).

But, nope.

I’ll spare you all the details. But, let’s just say that flu, seriously ill loved ones, and sleep deprivation are just a few highlight reels this year … and we’re only 2 weeks in.

Yet, even with its bumpy start, 2024 has also found me hopeful and thankful. Growing up, I recall elders insisting that “God knows how much we can bear.” Their words meant little to me as a child. As an adult, I know their wisdom is spot-on . . . especially when it feels like life is piling a lot on us, without any signs of letting up.

Life can be hard, y’all. We know this. But, when I look back and inside and all around me, I can’t deny the blessings of God’s mercy, love, and grace in my life. They’re there, way too many moments to count. So, yes, more than anything, I am hopeful and thankful . . . even in my weariness and frustration and sadness at times.

So listen up, 2024: It’s still early. You’ve got lots of opportunities to turn yourself around. And, I’d certainly appreciate you doing so. But, even if you decide to keep running toward Santa’s Naughty List, I’ll keep running toward hope and gratitude.

xoxo
P.S. Cue up this goodie* when the weight of the world gets a bit heavy.
(* I don’t own the rights to this song. It’s just a fav.)