I’ve written before about my New Year’s tradition — I buy a can of black-eyed peas, spend the entire day gathering the strength to open the can, until I finally stand at the sink, gagging and choking while I force down as many spoonfuls of the evil pea as possible. Bleh. Grandmama always said it doesn’t matter how many peas you eat; your luck for the new year is guaranteed if you even eat just one. I never trusted her, though, and would force myself to eat as many as possible. I’m nearly 31 and nothing …
“Make it happen”. The thoughts in this post are very moving and very much food for thought, particularly for me as one thing I found in leaving my old work last year is a sense of how much I’ve put off and delayed in life.
This post reminds me that I still have work to do myself in making things happen.
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