Now that my belly is full of lucky black-eyed peas and cornbread, I feel prepared to face this shiny New Year with gusto. I think.

 

Truth is, I’m no different than I was two days ago, and the world kind of feels the same, too. I’m not a resolution-making gal, so I don’t have that hanging over my head. (Thank goodness.) If I lived in a cave – and I am that kind of gal – I’d probably not even know what day it was. I’d probably not give a second (or first) thought to a whole new calendar. I appreciate the optimism of a New Year, though, and it is that feeling that warms me now.

 

That and black-eyed pea belly.

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