Nifty Fifty Christy-misty

50 posts! This is it. The big five-oh. The copper. The fuzz. When I started writing these, it was to shake the rust off of my brain and to reacquaint me with the use of written language to express myself. I feel like it has been a good start in that regard.

Whether anyone reads these is pretty hit and miss. Some have only been read by one person, for example. Others have been read a bit more widely, but there’s not much in the way of feedback, so please just let me say thank you for taking the time to visit with the rumblings of my mind.

Sometimes it’s heavy, sometimes it’s brief. But what I can promise you is that I am trying my best to be honest and transparent, even when it hurts. We never really get to know people well enough — to know who they have been or hope to become; to know what brings them joy; to know what they carry with them unseen.

I think that all anyone really wants is to be able to let go of the defences and to simply be loved and accepted for who they are in their truest self. Life is difficult, and loneliness is real. So I write these things in the hope that you can know me, and maybe occasionally it will embolden you to let someone know you, and to offer them the same opportunity to be free.

Tomorrow it will be Christmas, and I pray that we are all able to recognise that we are a gift to each other, and that we together are blessed beyond measure.

Merry Christmas, with abundant love, and perhaps a bit of festive cheer should the occasion permit. x