Shew! What a year. I mean, seriously, I've done my fair share of living in the past 12 months or so. And I think I'm learning, getting to be a better person. I can feel it, the way I can feel myself getting older but not minding, because I know I'm acting with the wisdom of a person who's lived a bit.

And yet, just today, I realized that I made a(nother) big mistake this year-- that I was sorely absent from helping TWO people who I should've been present for. (What if people had given up on me in my nutso phase? I learned to see the sun again because of a whole slew of friends and family.) Both of these instances have to do with the same thing on my part-- me thinking I knew enough to write a person off, or to stop being only generous with my love. And, more specific, it had to do with me making assumptions about where people are, and then acting on those assumptions.

This I know for sure: Even when it seems like a person doesn't deserve, want or need my love, I STILL NEED TO GIVE IT TO THEM. Otherwise, I will eventually regret it. It's one thing to take care of myself, to make sure that I'm getting and staying strong, and quite something else to neglect others in the process.