Merry and Bright

Just love. That's all.

I promised myself that whatever happened, before the year was out, I’d write something to explain as best I could to all of you who’ve read me for years a little about where I’ve been, and how I've been, and when I’m coming back, and what’s coming up next.

And I did write it. And I’ll post it soon, but not tonight. Tonight, for once, I’m curled up on the sofa in my Christmas pyjamas with mum’s dog sleeping on my feet, and there’ll be time to talk about sad and difficult things soon, but right now I just wanted to send love. And say how much I’ve missed you. And that I’ll be back soon. And to hope you’re having the sort of holiday where you’re with people who make you feel safe, or in a place that feels like home, where whatever is worrying or hurting you in the world can stop for at least a few days.

I know some of you don’t love Christmas. That’s okay. I’ve got more than enough earnest twee to go around, and am happy to share with the class.

And while we’re on the subject of embarrassing sincerity, if you’re reading this, there’s every chance your year was at least as exhausting, bruising and confusing as mine, and if so, if you currently feel like your soul has been tumble-dried on the wrong setting, I must remind you that the longest nights are behind us. There’s still a week left in the year, so don’t make any sudden movements, but we’re halfway out of the dark.

Do me a favour and be ludicrously kind to yourself this holiday, however you celebrate. Stay cosy, have whatever treats you can, and give yourself a break.

See you on the flipside. L xx