There is so much that I can chalk about on this last Saturday in 2023. The glow of a Christmas tree after Christmas. The importance of Angel Numbers popping up throughout the day. The smell of bacon baking in the oven.
Five days after Christmas and my tree meets me for the last morning. The sparkling lights don’t have that magic they possess before and on Christmas. At least for me.
I woke up at 2:21 this morning. One minute before my mom’s Angel Number. I closed my eyes for a second so that I can open them back up on the number. When I opened them back up it was 2:23. I fell back asleep thinking, “Nice job dipshit! You completely missed 2:22!”
Oh, the glorious smell of bacon filling the kitchen before the sun breaks the surface. Making Bacon is a close second to making love. The only difference is… you don’t want to make bacon when you’re naked. The splatter during love is much safer than the splatter from cooking bacon.
This would be considered a jibber jabber chalkboard. No colorful insight. No memory filled stories. Just sweeping out the sheds of the clutter collected overnight.
I’m thinking about tomorrow’s last Chalkboard for 2023. I’m scared shitless of 2024. Not just because the world is a dumpster fire. I’m scared of coincidence and symbolism that it will bring towards me. I fear a wave of Deja vu hitting my shores and I worry of the catching up of the things packed away.
Get up and stretch it out. Enjoy the remnants of the old year. There is a grin today on the orange orb.
Get your self a slice of bacon and a cup of coffee. Since it’s the New Years weekend… maybe put a little love in your coffee mug?
