The cyclical nature of the years passing is amazing to me. I do not exaggerate.
In October, I realized it was a down time for me and had been for several years. Maybe more.
Last night, I read old posts about friends and loss and sadness and realized this time of year is also very reflective for me.
I'm so grateful that I have my writing to look back on. To realize there are certain points when I feel a little low. When things get a little rough. I can count on the fact that I'll feel better soon. There's so much comfort in that.
The low isn't as low this year. The sting is not so acute. The pain is more of a memory than a current feeling.
I know that at some point there will be new sadness. New grief.
I guess there's also comfort knowing that I can take whatever life throws at me.
The peace I feel, I suppose is part of becoming a grown up.
Confidence in my ability to handle life's curve balls.
Today I want nothing more than exactly what I've got. Where I am.
What a gift. Contentment.