Curtain Call

Wonderfully done, Twenty Four. Take a bow. There is much to applaud.

So many milestones. So much uncertainty. So much shit that hit the fan. So much mopped up. So gracefully moving forward. So much still left to do.

Pride isn’t something you feel for an age, for a number, for a year that passes, but you can. And maybe you should sometimes.

Take that final bow, Twenty Four. You did so well. I’m most definitely going to miss you.