It’s the night before the night before Christmas. Both the kiddo and I are stirring. The husband is at work. 98% of the gifts are wrapped. I am off of work for the remainder of the week.
When one runs into someone from their past, one is often excited over the reconnection that the reason why they are not in touch any longer is far from the mind. Of course, that is, until that same issue pops right back up and smacks you, hard, in the face. Wishing of those better days, one for forgets that those better days were in existence right up until the point of reconnection. Forget about that person — there is a reason why they remained in the past and never made it into your future. And once again they will become the past.
There is something comforting about living in a neighborhood where both the local fire department and the local EMT drive around on different nights, throughout the streets, with Santa, waving to the children. My town is not a small one, by any means, but it certainly gives off that small town feeling of commeraderie and caring. I couldn’t be more thankful.
Hopefully once the new year begins, I will be better at keeping up with this blog. That’s going to be my New Year’s resolution — to take more time for myself and do the things I love to do.
So on that note, have a very Merry Christmas!
