Christmas is almost here. I still have sweet potato pies to bake, and a few gifts to wrap, but I'm almost done. Tomorrow, I plan to bake, wrap, and listen to Christmas music. We're having Christmas dinner on Monday at my sister and her husband's home. I'm bringing the pies.
When I was a child, it seemed that there was an eternity from one Christmas to the next; now, I want to slow everything down. Time is passing far too swiftly and I grab onto every precious moment that I can.
I just looked outside at the lights that I strung yesterday and they are all aglow. I feel at peace with myself and I'm happy. I am thankful to be able to say that. Getting here, being happy, has been a long struggle for me. I am still amazed that I can feel contentment and take pleasure in something as simple as Christmas lights.
I know that I'm very fortunate. I've known the darkness of depression, a darkness so black that it swallowed the light. I know that there are millions who are still trapped in that never ending night. I wish that I could say that I know the path out of the dark, but there is no single pathway. The journey is different for each of us. I can only say that it may help to make a daily effort to cherish yourself. No matter how insignificant you feel, you are a person of worth.
I'm no therapist. I don't know any secrets to finding inner joy and peace. I don't feel superior. I am humble because I know that the darkness is always out there and that becoming trapped in it again is possible. I live in the present; I remember the past; I look forward to the surprises of the future. Merry Christmas to all!O Holy Night by the Temptations