It's almost Christmas. Last night, on the train ride home, I realized that this is the first time in 8 years that I don't feel down during the Holidays. I'm not happy either. I'm in a neutral daze. I appreciate this.
I'd like to think that through the years, I've hacked away at reeds to create trails, I've shot rounds of fire to cover, and I've picked up broken pieces for people I love. That they may survive. That they may eventually thrive. I can't help it. It's what I gravitate into doing.
Someday soon, I'll have to do these for myself. I look forward to this.
