Hi. The last time I wrote, I had just spent a gorgeous summer day on a little piece of rocky coast. Now I’m sitting in my cozy house wearing lots of layers, listening to Judy Garland croon “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and wondering how much snow we might get today.
I’m not sure how to sum up the last five months. I’m not sure I want to, really. There have been bright spots this year, but a lot of dark ones as well. What it boils down to is change. My attitude, my perspective, my actions, my direction all needed to change to make my marriage happier, my life happier, ME happier.
Now some British choir is singing carols (which is good because Judy was starting to grate) and I’m still in my pajamas even thought it’s after noon. There are ornaments to make, scarves to knit, a house to clean, clothes to wash and a husband to laugh with. What it boils down to is this: I am only as unhappy as I let myself be. It takes much less energy to move forward than to flail around in one place.
