We did it. Thank you.
Passages should be marked. Uhmmmm... how?
What's REALLY next is not one thing. It's many things. I'm not a one-thing kind of girl. It's having a blast at living. It's about celebrating the purple streaks in my hair (Thanks, Amanda!).
In 4 days, this blog will transition into What's Next.
No shilly shallying around and about today. There's work to do. There are poems to be read. There's hair to be dyed.
That's okay. I didn't want to go anyway.
I have a conundrum. This is not a happy, Christmasy blog post. It's something I need to get off my chest. Please, please, please do not read on if you aren't girded for it. And please accept my heartfelt apologies for needing to get the ugliness out on Christmas morning.