Hello December

It is the beginning of commercial advent, the mythic one made up by the advent calenders that I love all the same. 
I can feel Christmas joy creeping up in my soul, filling it with celestial light.

The decorations are going up in study breaks, I'm on day 3 of my Christmas diet (inspired by heather[hunger]) and it's going well. I was 10st 2 this morning. That's the tiniest I've been in ages. 

"But you know happiness can be found in the darkest of time, when one only remembers to turn on the light." - Albus Dumbledore

Home for the weekend.

Glasgow is beautiful in winter.

My face is tired, my soul is weary, but deep down, a fire is burning. It's been flickering for a while, but never quite igniting. A candle where there once was a furnace. When kindled by love, surely it can grow? I wish so much to believe that my story will not continue in misery. That one day I will be healthy and be thankful for the darkness I've gone through because it has made me into the beautifully broken human being that is loved by so many people. Will I be able to believe that this really has shaped me, all of it, that I am stronger and wiser for the paths I've walked, the road less traveled. I would like to close this chapter of my life, and continue the next with more laughter, more life. 

My life is a story of surprises and grace and hope coming back, of conversations and moments that feel like miracles.