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Hope everyone had a merry little Christmas. I actually did. It’s just coming back to reality that isn’t any fun.

Went to Christmas Eve services on Thursday — magnificent is all I gotta say. If I had to narrow down the best thing about my Florida adventure, it’s got to be my church.

My pastor said a lot of great things, but the most interesting of the night was that he said that people with anxiety and fear really miss out on the best things in life. Once you let it go and truly believe that God is in control, you won’t be so wary of everything that is/can go wrong.

And boy, does that describe me to a T. But as a friend recently pointed out to me, when the worst happens — and it has, in fact, happened — well, it’s not the end of the world. In fact, now that a particular worry has gone away, the goal is not to pick up another one in its place.

So, speaking of letting go of my troubles, if only for another day. …

I spent the Christmas without Mom but with a wonderful family — had a day filled with good conversation, good food and very good kids. I absolutely fell in love with all of them. We hung out in their gorgeous new house, took a walk to the nearby marina, and otherwise just had a perfectly lovely Christmas.

I became best buds with the 7-year-old and the 3-year-old (so cute and well-behaved and very gracious — if you could promise me that my kids would turn out like that, I’d have children in a heartbeat). The baby wasn’t having much to do with me, but that’s OK.

The day went swimmingly, with one of my friends commenting twice how good with kids he thought I was. Hah. Well, his were polite and quiet and said “thank you” for the slightest gift or kindness extended to them, so they were easy. 🙂

The only real bump in the road was when the 7-year-old expressed that she felt terrible that I had brought gifts for her but that she didn’t have anything for me. So, she was hopeful when she asked what Santa had given me.

And dumbass didn’t think before saying that I didn’t get a visit from Santa this year. Yee-ikes. Way to make a kid nearly cry.

I explained that I’ve moved twice in the last year and my last known address on file for Santa is in Washington, D.C., and I’m SURE that my gifts will get forwarded, or else Santa will just be doubly good to me next year.

I’m counting on the “doubly good to me next year” since getting one present would, in effect, double the goose egg I got this year.

Oddly enough, Kadie pooped on the carpet and rubbed a Maddie-esque shit streak on it on Christmas. I think Maddie told her to do it so that I’d remember her. 🙂 Like I could ever forget. …

2009 was not my best year. It was a failure on many epic levels and deserves to be skewered over an open pit.

This year brought a lot of very-expensive lessons. But I’m a lot smarter than I was 12 months ago.

And I’m going to be a hell of a lot smarter 12 months from now, too.

It also brought a lot of good, too. And that’s all I’m planning to take into 2010.

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