When the muse speaks again, I’ll hear her.
I’m so looking forward to this Christmas. Our lovely little tree is up, and wrapped packages are already appearing beneath it.
Elizabeth will be thrilled
with her Christmas booty! I struggled
with some left over anxiety from last year, but having shaken it, I feel more
in the Christmas spirit in a sort of stronger, more confident way. It’s kind of nice.
If I had to put one word to 2013 it would be “bummer”, because 2013 sucked big-time. I’ll be thrilled to see it behind us, as in, “don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.” I struggled most of the year with financial worries, Leslie had multiple bouts with cellulitis that were serious enough to land her in the emergency room more than once and then in the hospital for four days consecutively. Immediately thereafter, she got the gout, which was a real hayride.
Leslie also had a rough run with her sister, after spending almost a year trying tentatively to reconcile. Things went well for a while as old wounds were successfully addressed. But, as soon as it looked like Leslie had more M&M’s than her sister (if you know what I mean), as soon as Leslie’s weight loss surgery was scheduled and I got a full-time job; Jealousy, the old green monster, reared its ugly head once again. Something, and some people, never change.
Lots of good things happened in 2013, too. Leslie had her weight loss surgery, and her health improves more every day. I continue to loose weight, as well, ever respectful of the body’s requirements in this intense process. Our experience was vastly different, which I find fascinating, even though we had the same procedure done by the same doctor.
So, I guess 2013 wasn’t all horrible. Still, I won’t be sorry to let it go along with all the baggage that was in it. I’m looking forward to 2014, and will focus on losing more weight, and learning everything I need to learn in the new job. Maybe artistic inspiration will make an appearance, too.