I’m on the edge. I’ve been holding back, but little by little they have been pushing me with little half-resisting, half-excited steps toward the drop-off. They, them. The man, the world. You know who. Whatever, does it matter? Bit by bit I am being brought to the final precipice where, despite my protests that it is too early and it can’t be time yet, I am secretly longing to go. To let go of my scoffing and surrender, take the last step and fall from the cliff, finally letting myself believe it has come again and dive headlong into acceptance and excitement.

It’s almost time for Christmas, my favourite time of year, and I am almost ready to let myself admit it.