And so the holiday season is officially wrapped up, boxed up and put away for another year.
I miss it already.
This year, more than any year before, I was filled with true happiness over the holidays. I set my intention to get into the season, and that's exactly what I did. Yes, there was some of the most heartbreaking news I think any of us have heard with what happened in Newton last month, but I emerged from December so thankful for this life of mine.
I know this is a direct result of therapy, this idea that I can really connect to life and be present and well, just simple be.
Yesterday I got back into the work groove. Always lots of deadlines on tap and it was good to be busy. It meant I missed my late sleeping teens a bit less. I love having them home. I love knowing the house is full of bodies, even if those bodies are in fact sleeping for many hours of the day, as teens are wont to do.
We hosted a rockin' New Year's Eve party, a tradition going on about five years now, complete with karaoke and plenty of fine champagne (okay, plenty of cheap champagne.) And when I say rockin', that translates to "I went to bed at 4 a.m." Holy mother of pearl. Good times, indeed.
Alas, the holidays are over. I said to Dan on Sunday: I miss our tree.
He looked at me, shrugged, and said, "You can go visit it in the backyard."
Good point.
Happy new year, indeed!
