I'm just not feeling it. I love Christmas - the twinkly lights, the excitement in the air, the dark, rainy nights and cold, misty mornings.
But this is the second Christmas on my own and (I'm ashamed to admit) I'm lonely. And really, that's laughable on many levels as I have so many good friends. But I'll be spending the day alone - and it will be just like all the other days I spend alone, and I'm tired of it now.
You see, it's hard to make friends the older you get. My closest female friend, Sophie, died 6 years ago today at the tender age of 41. We had been friends for 19 years and could read each other's thoughts. That shared experience takes a long time to build up with someone else - and that's assuming they actually have space in their lives for you. There isn't a day goes by when I'm not reminded of her in some way.
I'm having a crisis of confidence in relation to my writing too. I always knew it would be a book that some people would understand and others wouldn't. But there's been a couple of negative reviews lately and I'm more sensitive to it than I thought I'd be. At the same time, one of our national papers has recommended it as a book of the year, so why am I focusing on the negative reviews? I think I want to stop writing.
Perhaps I'm reacting to all of the momentous changes that have taken place this year. I've had my book published, I turned 50, I've moved house, I'm about to start a new job.
All I want for Christmas is for someone to give me a hug and tell me it will be okay.
But this is the second Christmas on my own and (I'm ashamed to admit) I'm lonely. And really, that's laughable on many levels as I have so many good friends. But I'll be spending the day alone - and it will be just like all the other days I spend alone, and I'm tired of it now.
You see, it's hard to make friends the older you get. My closest female friend, Sophie, died 6 years ago today at the tender age of 41. We had been friends for 19 years and could read each other's thoughts. That shared experience takes a long time to build up with someone else - and that's assuming they actually have space in their lives for you. There isn't a day goes by when I'm not reminded of her in some way.
I'm having a crisis of confidence in relation to my writing too. I always knew it would be a book that some people would understand and others wouldn't. But there's been a couple of negative reviews lately and I'm more sensitive to it than I thought I'd be. At the same time, one of our national papers has recommended it as a book of the year, so why am I focusing on the negative reviews? I think I want to stop writing.
Perhaps I'm reacting to all of the momentous changes that have taken place this year. I've had my book published, I turned 50, I've moved house, I'm about to start a new job.
All I want for Christmas is for someone to give me a hug and tell me it will be okay.