The 25th is almost ending. The Christmas spirit isn’t. These past five days have been a blur of shopping and meet-ups. Laughters, greetings and musings too.
I admit at times I find myself counting the days left. But what if I never do? What if these vacations of connections, giving, and gratitude become an everyday state of being. Why not?
19 days before I’m fully back in the grind. But these holidays aren’t meant for wishful rewinds. Rather, more than a time to unwind, it is a reason to find and live one’s purpose, meaning, and drive.
Merry it is. Well, daunting too. But that’s what endings and starts, and the in-betweens, are for.
(c) Artherese, 2024
*written on Christmas Day, December 25, 2024
Artherese 
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