The In-Between Days
An end-of-year note
Hi beautiful people,
While I missed the usual Sunday to publish yesterday, I decided to send a letter today. I am very privileged to be in that space between Christmas and NYE where I don’t really know what day or time it is, and can focus on collecting memories.
These past years, Decembers have at times been a time of grief. Losing a loved one at the end of the year can bring mixed feelings, and I have since been very aware of how different December can feel to us all. Not just because of grief, but for as many reasons as there are humans.
My end-of-year self-care has been as fluid as emotions can be. I have embraced the mix of it all, being intentional in my happy moments and also in the not-so-happy ones. These past days, I was reflecting on how reading can be soothing for me, and more recently, writing. Some people who read my letters told me it feels to them like they are catching up with me, which, to be honest, I had never considered.
I still am not sure of the direction of this space, but I know that I will be building it, slowly and intentionally. I do hope that you will be here a year from now, and if not, I truly hope you find the spaces that help you feel better about yourself, spaces that do not push you toward more consumerism or make you feel miserable, and spaces where you can expand.
I have decided to share two of my poems, so you too can have a mini self-care moment to read. The first one is on memories, and the second one is a reminder to live and not over-plan (this one was truly a note to self).
Memories
Remember to forget
We hold onto memories
Memories make us
You want to remember the good
And you put so much effort to remember to forget the bad
You want to forget
Unpleasant, painful ones
You want to forget
But memories make us
They are whole parts
Parts of you
Embrace it
And just maybe,
Don’t remember to forget
The Plan
Lists, plans, schedules
How well are you prepared?
Did you make a plan?
I will tell you what you missed:
Life.
There are things that you cannot plan.
Life happens
And we happen with it
Future does not exist
Moments pass
And present is always missed
Make a plan so you can forget
Make a plan so you can leave
Make a list to remember
Remember to live
Because by the time you are done
The present will be gone
It feels like I am sharing two very intimate pieces of me with you. I hope they bring only good to your soul.
With Care,
Samantha