I don't know what it is, but there's something about the holidays that feels bittersweet. Maybe it's the anticipation of seeing those we love (and begrudge) most, or reflecting on what we did or did not do. Or maybe, it's just the reminder of time—how little we have and how much will pass until the next.
Whatever it is, I'm grateful to have it. To have another year, laughing with people I can't live without, facing challenges I'm not sure how to deal with, visiting places I may never see again, experiencing life as it comes.
I've never been one for resolutions, there's nothing resolute about time. Its continuation is merely a reminder that it slows for no one, and that we are in constant renewal, every year and every moment.
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