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| I didn't even have the energy to see it in theatres. |
There was no
Christmas newsletter letter this year, because I could not save up enough hope from the past 10 months for holiday-themed writing. This year was the darkest one yet for me. And I really thought I already had a couple doozies under my belt. My youngest brother killed himself, and my mother's beloved passed away.
Grief casts such a long shadow that I feel pity for all the good agents with the misfortune of meeting my murky countenance this year: the release of
Step Up 3D, for example, joining my strip aerobics dance class's first performance ensemble, and, of course, my Beloved asking me to
marry him. The lows were so low that the highs only gave me enough
air to go back under water.
Some years have taught me that we are stronger than we think we are, but this year, I learned that everyone has a breaking point. Several of you, eight dear readers, are unflagging optimists, and I love you for it. You may say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and everything happens for a reason - on your blog.
This has always been a pragmatist's blog. I will say that a healed bone was indeed once a broken bone, and thanks to many who must have read
the mental illness posts, 2011 has a chance to be the
best year yet.
