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Happy New Year

In true Magda- fashion, tired and hungry for my bed, silence, solitude, stillness, and my weighted blanket, I departed our celebration before midnight–AND nobody got even a little bothered or judgy about this. We all just laughed and hugged Good Night and Happy New Year. At 11:42 p.m.

It was lovely. Best New Years Ever (I may have expressed this exact sentiment last year, as well). Chirstmas Eve and Christmas Night were equally chill and without an expectation to rally til midnight.

I am terribly grateful for another year (holidays and special occasions included) with my people, my chosen family. Welcome 2021.

Published by Magda Gee

I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.