Confession

I do not like this time of year. Can we skip November, Thanksgiving through New Year's Day?

 

I try to be grateful every day, I work at it. Thanksgiving is covered. Every. Day.

 

The birth of my Savior I celebrate often. Faith. 

 

I'm not the only one feeling melancholy this time of year. I don't know if it's because the nation shuts down for two weeks basically, life isn't business as usual, from Christmas to New Years. Except ... except healthcare workers, LEO's, service industries, all essentials are still grinding. And yes, even the little retail gal works. To be perfectly honest, I'm glad I work. It gets me out of the house, engaged with guests. I need to engage. 

 

I don't tell you these things to be pitied. Nobody wants to be pitied, so shut up. Conversely, keep your dang judgements to yourself if you're inclined to judge. I tell you these things to know we are all different. The beauty of holidays touches my soul. However, there are others just like me, wired a little different. Most won't say anything. Love them. Just love them. 

 

So ....

 

I was loved today. 

 

This packaged made me laugh, made me cry. I sound like a bad movie review.

 

This package was on my balcony as I stepped outside today, delivery timed perfectly by my very good God. 

 

Carefully look at each picture. There is so much symbolism packed into this little box. I'm big on symbolism and the thoughts and memories associated with each. If you know you know.

 

Every. Single. Gift. Each gift touched me, either made me laugh, made me pause, or made me cry. Maggie Rose stood quietly by and let me work out my feelings, poor pup. Makes me smile as I type. 

 

Everything pictured is a favorite, each for a different reason.

 

"I love the person I've become because I fought to become her." I stop to remember this. I fight — to this day — for the woman I've become. It's not one and done. 

 

I don't expect everyone to understand. 

 

There are others who need to read this, I just know it. 

 

We are the fighters and survivors. 

 

I love you Texas. I thank God for you.

 

(A little Rip right about now would be nice.)