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I love these people. I love cooking for these people and buying gifts for them. I am not good with staying in the guidelines, I guess. I cooked too much and bought too many presents and was scolded for messing with the rules. But it was a pleasure to do so and I wondered if that pleasure came at the expense of my ability to set and follow boundaries. I am sure I know that answer to that. Its a fine line to walk, especially when it comes to happy things, vs. difficult ones.

It came without ribbons and bows; Christmas came, just the same. Opting for no wrapping paper this year was a success. Yeah, it didn't looks as beautiful under the tree but the surprise factor was still there and no one really missed any of the bling factor anyway. What was missed for me was the excitement of the day--life seems to have compressed into a giant pile of MEH. There just seemed to be something missing and no matter how well I had prepped for the day, I kept thinking there was something I was supposed to do or have or... Sigh.

There is nothing as satisfying as laughter. It has been a long year with emotions stuck far beneath a pile of anxiety and doubt. But when we entered the store with questionable English translations, it was suddenly as though the gate in me lifted and laughter was everywhere.  And that was a Christmas miracle.

Way back when parenthood was new to me, I joined an online forum called Linking Parents. It was a mishmash of conversations and inside jokes, of weird acronyms for our dd's and ds's (dear/damn daughters/sons) but most of all it was a place to avoid feeling alone in the world. There were moments of triumph and moments of devastation as we celebrated and mourned life coming and going. I made many treasured relationships but none more than HerMama.  Online, people can have varied interests and tones, you never knew whether their opinions were truly theirs or just made up to fit the group, etc. But HerMama, as different as her journey was from mine, always had things to say that were in line with the things I wanted to listen to. Years later when the forums fell apart and people drifted to Facebook as a method for connection, I was lucky enough to hang onto some of those relationships--especially with HerMama, who no longer had to hide her personna behind a username.  ...

In seven days it’s supposed to be the shortest day of the year, except it is today, due to a weird tilt of the Earth and each day after will get progressively brighter. This is meant to feel optimistic and enthusiastic but it means there is a week when it will be the darkest and the transition towards Yule will set us on a path of  regeneration, renewal and self-reflection. In considering these, the path forward for me is so dark and shrouded, despite a year of intensive therapy pointing out ways to regenerate through boundary setting, identification of emotional states, renewing oneself through self-care, and maintaining reflective and practices in gratitude and self-awareness. It has been a year of steep learning curves and tough choices. And, yet, it still feels like a wilderness. Brené Brown describes the wilderness as “an unarmed, unpredictable place of solitude and searching. It is a place as dangerous as it is breathtaking, a place as sought after as it is fea...

“You are lost, hope is gone, but you must go on and do the next right thing" (Frozen II spoilers below, maybe) . . . . . There are more moments than I want to admit where I sit in a state of inertia; it isn't as dramatic as Anna, literally sitting in a dark cave, but it is. Because no matter how cliche depression sounds, the analogy of sitting (slumped with grief and pain) in a cave of darkness, is pretty damn accurate. And it is heartening to see a Hollywood animated movie creating space for a character to explore her loss, even momentarily, is a breath of fresh air. The acknowledgement that the future is simply too much to even conceive of and that the darkness is waiting for one to succumb, is a vast net of importance; some days there is only the now, only the next step, the next breath, the next right thing. And who is to say which choice is the right one? The imperative of "must go on" loops us back to society's bootstraps but even ...

It feels like I have run out of the ability to do so many things; I tried to knit but my hands were fatigued quickly, I tried to sew but had forgotten what tensions to use, how to put patterns together; I tried to paint but found myself unable to discern the line of enough and too much pressure on the paintbrush, in the paint, how to compose art on the page; I tried writing but found the words stilted and locked up. It is a frustrating decline for a creative person, to feel unable to create.  But reading gets me through. I am so grateful that my ability to focus on a storyline and character development has come back and that I can lose myself in worlds beyond once again. I am glad that we re-designated space in our home for my library to grow--a place where time can lapse, as in Narnia, and I can escape my current worries and angst. I may be unable to create for now but I can enjoy the creation of worlds beyond this one, at least for a moment, and I can hope that t...