My house is full of December messes, Christmas messes, and all those tiny lights made it a little disorienting for a while. I needed, and probably still need, the cold and familiar quiet of January. But I am either in the eye of the storm or the center of the spinning-wheel now, whatever way you want to see it. Or maybe I am neither, and I have come out clear to other side of a frightening wood. Maybe none of those metaphors are quite right at all. It's fine, I think. Just muddle through.
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