Sharkbait's Local Spot

The week between Christmas and New Year's is often a reflective time for me. People are gone, assignments are done, cards sent, all things are in waiting. Year after year. I've found that it is the gift I grant myself. To inwardly explore, to catch a breath and fully breathe it. I cherish this time.

After a catastrophic year, which would have probably found me sinking under its weight were I not in the good place I have carved out here, I can let much go. Having a productive and rewarding outlet for letting my mind work out its busy energy has left my alone moments peaceful. Living through rejections, academic and otherwise, has freed me from dwelling, and led me to other things I might have previously overlooked. It is a blessing to not be a slave to seeking answers. And in that vein, asking for what I want, and laying out expectations, gently forces hands that might self-servingly laze idle. And mine return in kind.

It's been a horribly wrought year. Nearing its end. Which I can barely acknowledge, eclipsed by the possibilities of what lay immediately to its right. Next to, and so dear to, better times ahead. I'm indebted to all that's beautiful and good. Goodbye and good riddance to the rest.