(Write) of Passage

This morning unexpectedly presented itself in a special way to me. The lady is going out of town for the holidays, and it will be more than a week before we reunite to share the New Year together. With our relationship vacation on the verge of commencement we decided to share our Christmas gifts. To be completely honest, I wasn't very excited to perform the due diligence that is the mandatory relationship gift swap Christmas induces. I was trending toward channeling my inner Grinch that stole girlfriends joy. The meanie that chooses to stamp out the natural draw one feels before leaving a loved one for a while; in the snow, 4 days before arguably the best holiday of the year. The art of being an asshole was becoming the storyline written by yours truly, and I was becoming self-consumed with my own selfishness. Part of the beauty that is a quality relationship is having that other person that becomes a part of you, and they know you well enough to pick up where you feel emotionally deficient. So with her efforts a plenty I put myself aside and we shared our presents. I received a treasured gift to remember for many years to come, a personal bookmark for my journeys through adulthood; I presented her with what I imagine in her eyes a special gift with a world of access and an infinite landscape of possibilities, something I'm confident she will cherish for quite some time. With the many ungenerous choices I made last night, I believe If nothing more we made the right choices together this morning.

Happy Holidays.