Tonight is the night I remember all of the things that make me hate this holiday.
But, it's weird. It's not coming to me. I'm not remembering. Drawing a complete blank.
This can only mean one thing ... it seems as though my feelings are evolving.
This is the night I cry about what could have been or, in my mind, what should have been.
This is the night that I look back on the year and wonder where the hell it went.
But, tonight I'm just here. I'm here ... in the moment. I'm accepting it for what it is ... not what it could be, not what it should be. Because what it could be and what it should be is what it is. Exactly as it is now.
I'm starting to like the place that I'm in. And I know that though the momentum is completely invisible to the naked eye, I am moving.
I'm moving and I like it.
