“Christmas is a time to say I love you,” he said.
This year, I’ve been making the conscious effort to get into the holiday spirit. Donating money, donating gifts, and generally trying to be a halfway decent human being over the last month of the year.
2015 was not easy. In the last week alone, we had to buy a new heat pump, I turned my phone screen into a Spiderman comic, and my Mom spent a few days in the hospital with a bowel obstruction. Don’t Google that term-you really are better off not knowing.
This year, I felt like I failed at every turn. I tried so hard to improve my situation on a couple different fronts. Good fortune seemed to smile on everyone around me.
But, I am thankful. I have a job that pays my bills and allows me to pursue my interests outside of the office (contact sports and shopping, which can sometimes be a contact sport-“bitch, get your hands off those half-priced Doc Martens”). I freelance write for a couple publications. I have a loving husband, two dogs, and a host of family that aren’t biological, but as close to me as siblings.
I hope 2016 will be a year of change and growth for me. I have to hold on to the idea of hope because there are days when it’s the only survival mechanism I have left. You should too!