Dear Me,
This year has not been as good as the one before.
It has been exhausting and disorienting. But still, I see you, doing the best you can and choosing to go on.
I know you’re tired and the days can get so busy. There’s been lots to do, and lots you wanted more to do. You may have taken on more than you can handle, but I know why you did it. Someone was in need and you had to step up. If you were in their place, you would have also wanted someone to depend on.
I hope we find help around the house soon. It is out there, we just need to discover the right fit. We just have to trust that help can be found.
I know you’re disappointed. There may have been some things you were looking to celebrate or find this year, but sadly it did not transpire.
I know you’re at a loss on what to do next. I don’t know what to do next yet. It’s scary. Are we ready to leave this comfort zone that is not so comfortable anymore? Will there still be opportunities for us? How can we build a future from this?
I have no clue.
One thing that I can say to assure you in this yearend letter is that we’ve always successfully found our path. Sometimes we needed to backtrack a little, but we’ve always come out the other end fine.
Twenty years ago, the holidays looked much sadder, but this feeling of being lost wasn’t there. For the years after that, we kind of just rode along with the waves and never really worried where it would take us. That’s my wish for you this year: not just the belief, but the knowing that everything will turn out alright.
For now, let’s just enjoy the holidays and keep believing in miracles.
Love,
Me
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