Today feels uncanningly similiar to my Thanksgiving (you can read it here), as this is what I’ve done today:
~ Ran 5 miles
~ Walked my beautiful little beagle 3 miles (and counting)
~ Painted my office
~ Worked on some writing projects
And now I’m heading to a late lunch with my friend Jen and her family (fresh baked sourdough biscuits – yum!) and later I’m joining my friends Paul & Ann for dinner at their place.
The difference is I don’t feel that heavy hand of despair today. I am a bit sad, as this is my first Christmas alone and it is very hard to be alone on the holidays, but I don’t feel quite so pathetic or lonely. I guess this means I’m healing, albeit slowly. Merry Christmas everyone.
