Thank you, BeingMe! I've wanted to write all my life, but if I seriously set down and think about doing it, my first line seems to always come out, "There was a horse named Bill . . ." Fascinating stuff.
And Snodderly, Everything?? I doubt I could ever do as well and be as adjusted as you are, but I thank you for the compliment. Honestly, I've got my lighted reindeer in the yard, and my wreath on the door. I have a sad Charlie Brown Christmas tree, but at least it was free. I considered not even putting one up, as we have agreed to have Christmas at D25's house, but I just couldn't give XH the satisfaction of not putting one up. Next year will be better, time heals all wounds, and all that rot! With the cold and wet moving into my area, I'm feeling my age.
Truly, I am fighting off anxiety as almost a daily ordeal. I just have 'spells' where I become short of breath, chest pounds, head pounds, eyes cross, and not in a fun way, either. I know what it is, try to keep my perspecitive and breath deeply, let it pass. I have always heard this is the lonliest time of the year. That is true, but then, I am only as lonely as I allow myself to be. It is not for lack of company, I can have as much company as I wish, but can be alone even in a crowded room, when you are missing a particular person.
Fake it til you make it, is truly how I am feeling this Holiday Season.
