Well it’s that time again. It’s fifteen minutes shy of the New Year and I’m here at the computer after a solid week of sloth and gluttony in honor of the holidays. This is when I’m supposed to think back on the last year and think about everything I’ve learned during that time. It’s corny but who am I to poo poo on tradition.

Ok so what did I learn this year? Well, I learned that I’m stronger than I thought I was, that I’m right where I’m supposed to be and that forgiveness isn’t about the person you’re forgiving, it’s about giving yourself permission to let go. I learned that some things won’t ever change, and maybe they shouldn’t. I learned that sometimes you can go home and sometimes home comes to you. I learned that everything doesn’t have to be perfect, that guilt and worry are pretty much worthless and that I’m fine just the way I am. And I learned that no matter how much time goes by I’m always gonna be just as much in love with my best friend as I was the day I met him.

I also learned that cats like coffee, that you shouldn’t give cats coffee, that peanut butter and nutmeg does not go well together, and that all your furniture should be made of marshmallows. Ok that one is a little iffy but right now my throbbing leg is pretty sure about it.

This morning, around 5am on what is now the fourth day of our Buffy The Vampire Slayer marathon, I decided to pop my back by leaning over the arm of the couch. One should not attempt this if A. They are half asleep, B. Said persons couch is made of slippery suede and C. Said person is very top heavy. Long story short I slipped, flipped over the couch and my leg gave our solid metal and slate coffee table a big kiss. In return my leg got a knot the size of a plum that turned a very pretty blue. Maybe it’s a hickey.

I guess I won’t be skiing into the New Year. Or you know, anything that involves my legs. On the bright side it only hurts now when it’s attached to my body. Oh choices, choices. How do we usher in the New Year, which is the lesser of three evils? I’m going to have to go with Dick Clark, because he’s not as sad as Carson Daily and not as mind numbing as Regis Philbin. Plus, it’s traditional.

I hope you all have a shiny holiday vacation and that you’re New Year will be filled with love, laughter, learning and….lets go with…cupcakes. What? I’m hungry.

Good luck and blessings, Prana

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