Time seems so sped up -- another Christmas already. I don't remember much about last Christmas other than I got a camera. I remember it was a tumultuous time with me and my father at odds. I think I was drinking, but those times in my life are all a blur. It is funny how we can have a selective memory about such times.
This year things are much more pleasant. I am settled in my own nice and very cozy home. I have a glorious little Christmas tree that brings me joy every time I step into my den. Most of all I am sober. There haven't been too many Christmases in my adult years that I wasn't rushing home to get away from my family to take a nerve calming drink. I self medicated to get through the holidays. I am trying to change that self fulfilling prophecy this year.
"This is going to be your first 'normal' Christmas in years," my father told me last night.
I agreed. Things have gotten off to a good start.
"Are you sure you want curtains for Christmas?" Dad then asked me.
We both laughed.
"It is something I can't afford and would complete the inside of my house," I replied. "I think that is a pretty 'normal' thing to ask for."
My father gave me an embracing hug and told me goodnight.
"I'm proud of you," he said. "You've come a long way this year."
I shut the door feeling so good. I don't care how old you get, but your father telling you he is proud will make you beam with pride and joy. It is going to be a good holidays.