End of the Year

Dec 31, 2005 19:14

2005.

Stopping to think about it, it is, in one sense, just another year closer to the grave. But that's the answer everyone expects from me, isn't it? Something involving death, doom and disappointment. Bleak, black darkness, overwhelming everything.

The truth of the matter is, I feel anything but bleak. For the first time in a very long time, my holidays aren't cause for depression, for losing my sense of self and feeling at the bottom of a bottle. The house has been full of joy, of more laughter than I'm readily able to account for. It's been a very long time since I've smiled quite this much.

Without benefit of chemicals, anyway. Joke, honest.

There's sparkling cider waiting in the fridge, with two crystal glasses. A smaller plastic cup sits next to them, on a silver tray. I'll be uncapping and pouring when the ball is thirty seconds from dropping. Sitting in the drawer in the living room is another surprise, but we'll save that for after the ball has dropped, and the beginning of 2006 has been officially rung in by both the world at large, and a smaller, private ringing in with the woman I love, and her daughter.

May the new year bring peace and prosperity to you. May you get everything you wish from it, and more things you didn't even think to ask for.
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