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Time to say Goodbye to the bad Christmas vibes.

As a family, we had a pretty crap Christmas, but we're near the light at the end of the tunnel and we're looking forward to the future, individually and collectively. I've thought about everything that has happened in the last few months and was reminded that there really is no such thing as rock bottom.

There is a fix for everything that happens in your life. All things can be undone. Some things you'll chose to address and some things you'll find a way around. I did lots of addressing and moving around over the last few weeks.

At the very least, if I have my brothers, my sisters, the kids and my parents on my side in everything that I do, then I have enough. Our lives are complected anyway, none better to share it with than those who matter most.

And for me, it's them. All 31 of them.

PS: Operation Thanksgiving 2017 is a go.
Looking at early May.


Me said…
Does that mean you're coming to visit?

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