This Time of Year
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire" is the subtle melodic phrase that always reminds me of the warmth through the bitter cold of early winter this time of year.
It's almost Christmas and I'm sitting in my old room at my mom's house in Virginia, looking up at the pale ceiling and various remnants of me that have been left in the room over the past five years or so. I feel nostalgic, but also triumphant, because I've never been in a better place in my life than right now. And I don't mean just in this room, I mean when I go out into the world, I am exactly the person I have always wanted to be. Caring and kind with a genuine smile, high on hope. I'll be hiding behind my warmth and bundling in preparation for the harsh winter to come as well as the mental and emotional severity of New York City around this time of year. With a few layers of warmth giving me thicker skin, I expect to be just fine.
I could drown happily in hot cocoa and tea this time of year. I rejoice in all varying forms of chocolate and I meaningfully forget about the overall consumption of calories I intake this week. For this week, is a week of serenity, divinity, and above all, humility.