A note on the holidays, and New Year's resolutions
It's interesting that my blog has taken the same pattern as my journaling has over the years. It seems that I have 4-6 month gaps in every chronicle of my life. Well, I'm back, at least for now, and I have had an interesting time. Holidays have always been hard for me (as I will say every year when discussing holidays - just so that you're prepared). Family history always floats to the top, and I ache for the good times (Grampy frying donuts on Christmas morning, filling the house with cinnamon while Sister and I watch Disney movies or chase the dogs around Mom's parents' north Florida property), while souring at the pain (knowing that my presents were far more expensive than my mom's or that Sister will end up paying for her gifts, one way or another). I long for uncomplicated feelings and feeling pure joy. I suppose that I would have ever achieved such simplicity, even without my trauma - I was never one for accepting one side of things. This year was much