December 6, 2013
I’m finding myself deeply moved by this holiday season, in a new way.
I’ve always loved ending each year with so many celebrations (Solstice, Christmas, and New Years Eve for us). This year feels different than others though, and I finally pinpointed what it is (as I write this, not as the picture was taken).
I typically find myself anticipating the new season and the new year because I’m looking for something. I always seek a fresh start with the change of the calendar. This December, I don’t feel that way at all. I’m not looking to start over, or ring celebratory bells because I made it through. I don’t feel like I just made it through this year, and I don’t feel like I need a new chance at anything. This has been a great year for me in a lot of ways, and I’m proud of where I am and what I’ve done. My personal growth is off the charts this year. My children are blossoming as human beings. If anyone had told me a year ago that I would be this happy with my life right now, I wouldn’t have believed them. In fact, they did tell me, and I didn’t believe them.
To another great year.