I am still full

I ate too much. Obvy. I stayed up too late. I drank too much. It was all in all a very indulgent week and this is not a complaint. I am very lucky that I was in a situation to celebrate with people I love around a fire pit out back.

It’s a weird time of year for me. I don’t get along with my family. I could meet with them as long as I’m okay with hearing racist, ableist, and homophobic opinions stated as if they are scientific facts. But I’m not, so you know, I don’t see them. This marks the time of year though when we are supposed to Hallmark versions of family. We never were and won’t ever be.

But I’ve been graced with found family. I have friends who are closer to my heart than anyone who shares DNA with me. We gathered and ate. We shared stories. We ate. We loved each other.

I’ve got some great memories to look back on and the love of my people to keep me moving forward.

So what I guess I’m saying is that I’m still full.