Another year down. I’m still struggling, but staying afloat. Thanksgiving hit me hard. Tonight hit me harder. As I drove home through the beautiful fog, I reflected on the events of the day, of the night, and of the last few months in general. Dealing with family has been … difficult, to say the least. But I guess I should count myself lucky that I have any at all? I talked to my kid several times over the last few days and was reminded to try to count the blessings I have rather than fixate on the ones I don’t.
I’m at a crossroads of a sorts and the path ahead is not so clear.
So I’m sitting here tonight enjoying the peace and quiet. My heart is heavy with worries for others, putting myself in their shoes has left me weary. I’ll spend tomorrow recovering and spending some quiet time reading, binging Netflix, or playing video games. Then it’s back to work and moving forward towards the new year. No matter what the coming year brings, I’m holding onto hope that it’s better than than the previous year.
May it be better for us all. ♥