I just realized this is the first December in three years that I am not entering all full of angst.
I hate angst.
December 2002 my marriage was disintegrating.
December 2003 I was in the midst of the worst breakup of my life.
December 2004 I spent in fear of relapse of the conditions that led to 2003's breakup.
December 2005? Life is good. I'm exhausted as hell this morning, but otherwise, life is good. Or at least, not bad. Angst-free.
But I need sleep. I think I finally got to bed around 4:30 in the morning. And woke up around 8am. And this comes after yesterday, when I had to wake up at 4:30am. Yes, this means I was pretty much awake for 24 hours yesterday (well, except for my fitful nap from 5:30-7:30am)
And yeah, my mind is abuzz. With stuff.
But overall, I am content. December is no longer something to dread.
