What is December Part 1

It means listening to that playlist or that song without feeling like you’re opening a wound. It means not being swallowed by sadness but enjoying a bittersweet nostalgia instead. It means saying “I’m happy for you” without a sudden rise in pitch. It means looking forward to what’s next. It means shooing away the shoulda-woulda-couldas, what-could-have-beens, and what-ifs.

It means finally accepting everything that has ended. It means smiling in your head, while remembering the bliss of the moments while they lasted. It means looking back, but not with regrets. It means your year is coming. It means “own it.”

So.

Not to the banging end of a lousy 2011 but of an eventful year. Not to the mistakes and failures, but to the “learning experiences.” Not to the evil bosses, but to the higher self-worth you developed. Not to the opportunities you missed, but to the risks you took. Not to the oppressors, but to the gallant fighters. Not to the friend you lost, but to the memories you created. Not to getting your heart broken, but to having friends to run to when it did. Not to the love that has finally ended, but to the relationship you built with yourself.

To the long stares. To looking away. To taking his hand. To letting go. To knowing it’s not yours to take.

To music . (Of course, to music.)  To getting drunk. To swearing it will not happen again. To getting drunk with good company.  To dancing. To not getting drunk with good company. To the love-hate relationships. To loving like a child. To growing up.

To the circus of life and the magic. To the summer in the city and youth.  To creating art and relationships. To being independent but dependent to good friends. To living life on the edge and challenging yourself. To compromising safety for the joy of learning. To all things beautiful. To cliches, and creating new cliches. CHEERS.