I haven’t written to you guys in awhile, but honestly, it’s been a hectic two weeks. Finals are over. I have off of work until Thursday, and I am relieved to have the time to write this all out.
It was nothing fancy. There was no snow. But a relative has survived cancer so far and made it through the holidays. I was able to hug her. I saw blood and related-by-marriage relatives that I haven’t seen in years. I saw remodeled homes. I made plans to sleep over a cousin’s house on Friday. And while people may bicker, despite it being a time for caring about one another, there is this inner-happiness and glow that’s growing inside of me. I can’t help but feel that it’s Christmas spirit, lingering and slowly spreading throughout me. I want it to embody me, possess me, and like Scrooge, promote a care toward others my whole life through, regardless if it’s the holiday season or not.
I went to childrens’ mass with my aunt and cousins. The children were the shepherds who visited baby Jesus in the manger. Children are innocent and honest. I want to be childlike in my devotion to humanity. I want to trust that everything will work out, even when things seem to be falling apart. I want to look at the world, where I stand in it, and feel secure.
New Year’s Eve is coming up. It’s time for me to reflect and write down a resolution. I’ll share it with you when I’m done.
