It's a winter wonderland here in K Falls. The snow just keeps on falling and most days the temp is somewhere in the 20s, if not lower. It's sooooooo cold and beautiful and cozy. Well, except today when Mols and I slid backward a bit out of control on ice in her Durango down the hill next to our Mom's house after returning from the gym. That was what I like to call frightening. Not cozy.

The holiday visit here is good, although I'm looking forward to returning home in a couple of days to celebrate the New Year with friends. The last two months have been crazy, and now I feel like I've been away for a long time, but I think that has to do with how chaotic and busy my world has been. I'm sure I'll reflect (and reflect and reflect) on this again later, but I'm really ready to say goodbye to 2007. It's been an interesting, eventful, and educational year in the life of Megan, and I am grateful for it. But, I'm not gonna lie to ya here, peeps, it's been a difficult one as well. It's bittersweet. Learning to let go has been a recurring theme, primarily with men who have played important, although very different, roles in my life and taken up significant space in my heart for many years. In some cases, it was just time to truly let go and say goodbye in gratitude and love, and in others the endings were rough and incomplete. Letting go is not my strength (I resist loss in the worst way), and as hurtful and/or sad as these experiences were, I feel stronger and more self-aware for going through them. I have a much clearer sense of my boundaries and what I do and do not want out of the relationships and people who are in my life. I'm learning to find my own closure and peace with the situations that continue to feel unresolved in my mind, especially in the cases where others are unwilling or not in a place to give me the ending I desire. I've learned that sometimes it's the asking for what you want and need that is important, regardless of the response you receive, because that asking itself can lead you to your answer. Most importantly, this year reminded me that although love and loss inevitably go hand in hand, experiencing this does not inevitably leave you broken. You have a choice. My choice is to remain hopeful and open and excited for the future. Ok, Ok, MOST of the time.

So, in preparing to start fresh in 2008, a couple of my friends and I are going to have a New Year's Eve ritual to say sayonara to 2007. This year has presented different challenges to all of us, and in order to give it a real sense of completion, we are going to gather up stuff with "negative energy" attached to it and, well, burn it to release it. Luckily, for me, this will primarily be written work - journal entries, free writing, emails, online convos I've saved, and other writing exercises I've done over the past year. Sayonara. The big question among us is where to have our ritual. The Troll is a front runner choice. If we get caught, there is also a possibility that I'll be kicking off 2008 cleansed of bad vibes but in jail. Woopideedoo.

New line I've taught Trav that he runs around saying over and over: "I'm foxy! And I'm ready to dance! Dance par-tay! Dance par-tay!"

I'll explain later.