My Christmas this year involved so much happiness that I constantly felt on the verge of tears, as if this sort of contentment is destroying me from the inside out with worry of when it will all fall apart. I’m starting to finally believe that maybe this isn’t just temporary, maybe I’ve finally found a comfortable stride in life and, despite minor blows, I’ll keep strolling with my shoulders squared and my head held high. Here’s to hoping I don’t trip.
