Coming home from a trip is the worst.
I went into my Barre class feeling a little low and unmotivated,
my horizon is, of course, beautiful, but admittedly,
I'm also feeling some weight, too.
Seeing Claire's empty bedroom and Oliver's missionary
gear packed in a pile for his departure in March was a killer.
So. Much. Change.
Today when the day was winding down, I started a fire, lit my candles,
listened to my U2 playlist and made dinner.
I don't want these days to be remembered as somber, instead,
I want to have a good attitude so I can look back on my 2023
and remember that there was so much change, but I was enjoying every second of
it, it is, after all, all good stuff.
I'm ready for January to move on!
