Dear dearie dreary me, 2024.

Dear dearie dreary me.

Dear me,

Listen to my List of Five and heed it well.

1. Die.

Do you want to drop dead this year?
         I don't like that prediction.
Then keep moving and take care of yourself!
         I don'wanna...
See #1.

2. Plan.

Make a plan for the next two years.
         What are my options?
Make a plan A, a plan B and be happy; don't worry.
         I worry all the time.
See #1 and save yourself some trouble.

3. Remember.

You've survived worse before.
         What could be worse?
Remember 1972, 1974, 1986, 1988, 2003, 2005, need I say more?
         I was suicidal in 2003 and 2023.
Yep. Life is a series of cycles until it ends.
         How?
See #1.

4. Change.

Look... Lighten up.
         I've always been dead serious.
Time for a change.
         I don't like change.
Breathe in, breathe out, and "LET IT GO".
         And if I don't?
Wah, wah, wah. See #1.

5. Write.

Write daily about your journey.
         About what?
Doesn't matter. Oh — and keep track.
         How?
Ask Phyllis. Or just make a daily commitment and tell Phyllis how you are doing.
         Why bother?
Bad habits, like writing, can be instilled as easily as good habits.
         Zoundz like work.
As I've said time and again. See #1.

Ah, I reached my Limit of Five! One must follow rules occasionally.

See you in 2025.

Or not.

Me.

For "Dear Me: Official WDC Contest"  2024... what can I say to myself?
Note: I reference 🎄pwheeler joy to the world who promotes good habits.

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