And so we're back, after a fabulous 5 days in Galle, a few shades darker and a few pounds heavier. An extremely busy week is currently staring me in the face, so I shall wax eloquent about our holiday later and leave you with some pictures from our last day there, when the sky and water were just unbelievably gorgeous.
I don't know what it is that changes between December 31st and January 1st. What I do know is that I've been waiting for it for the last 11 months. It may just be a state of mind, manifested in a little less tension in my shoulders, a few more smiles, but it is here and it is welcome. I do not care to reflect on the last year; in fact, I'd prefer to forget it all together. It just didn't quit, right until the very end, until my entire gamut of emotions could be condensed in a shrug. There were, however, a few gems that shine brightly in memory when I look back. Good times with family, a roller coaster of a relationship finally coming to fruition and ending the year on a high note in Galle.
As I sat on the ramparts at sunset, beer and malu roti in hand, with two of my favorite people in the world, we saw turtles, so many turtles, their heads and flippers surfacing above the waves. It was a moment that I'd like to capture in a golden globe for safekeeping. A moment of complete happiness, complete peace.
That night as we danced in the ocean, under the stars, with fireworks exploding up and down the coast, I felt shiny and new, as a new year should feel. It's all a state of mind, this new year. I go into it with the assurance that I cannot be broken, that I am only who I want to be.