This Christmas is going to be unlike any I have ever experienced before. There will be no one for dinner on the 25th and absolutely no one buying me gifts. And I am okay with that because I really, truly don’t need anything that can be put in a box.
I have my health, a cozy home, two healthy amazing children, and most importantly I have me. I mean the REAL me who has been in hiding for a very very long time. In fact, I’m not sure she has ever seen the light of day.
The me who is pensive.
The me who spends time in quiet reflection.
The me who finds joy in small silly things.
The me who wants to experience more child-like wonder.
The me who loves music and reading.
The me who loves the company of good friends.
The me who loves solitude.
The me who loves the sound of laughter.
The me who tries to work through her shit.
The me who fails at working through her shit.
The me who loves. Just loves.
So no, I don’t have a wish list of material things. The only thing I wish for is the courage to keep being me. The real authentic me. I’m sure she has so much more to her that I have yet to discover. And I look forward to the journey.