To be allowed to not celebrate Christmas.
If that isn't an option:
A new liver
A buyer for my house
A magical macaroni and cheese diet
A non-fictional raise
An iron stomach for my cat
More staff
A vacation (wait. that appears to be happening)
8 hours of sleep. in a row.
An attention span.
My brain to catch up with my heart
My stepdad to be ok
Gifts I've already received:
Kind friends
A professionally and personally rewarding job
The ability to test my liver
A loving family I'm occasionally present enough to appreciate.
Carbs
The end of a relationship that has not been excessively unpleasant.
The beginning of one that has flooded me with appreciation.
Friends who are there even when they can't be
Air travel
Health when I pay attention to it
A logical mind
The ability to therapy myself into figuring out why I'm upset
Oooooh. I think I've figured out my current funk.
I'm a bit lonely. The person who infected me with the holiday spirit isn't here.
The one who was previously here is no longer obligated to be with me.
My cats don't drink. ok Mitzi does, but only socially.
After this private therapy session, I'm sitting here in my warm home, loving cats on my lap, looking at the beautiful tree that someone special helped me decorate.
I love being my own therapist.
Feliz Navidid!
