Christmas Like That
I have not written a blog entry in a very long time. Back in college, I wrote constantly. Every holiday, every small transition, every new chapter of my life found its way into words. Writing was a quiet space for me, a way to release the thoughts that never stopped running. It helped me make sense of myself. Then life changed. Work took over, time became limited, and I slowly stopped. I told myself I was busy, but perhaps I simply drifted away from what once healed me. Writing used to be my form of therapy. It steadied my mind and helped me live with all the questions that had no answers. Lately, I have been thinking about Christmas. Every year, on the 26th of September, I mark it as the day to begin planning for the celebration. It became a quiet ritual that grounds me. I remember one particular morning at the office. It was still dark outside. The room was cold and silent, and something in the air felt like the beginning of Christmas. I remember thinking, it is time. I played a song...