December is a time that evokes nostalgia for the days past. Recently, I opened my old diaries to see what I had written. I noticed how melodramatic my writing was and also what I wished would happen and what I missed in life. From the place I now stand, I see a lot of what I wished for, did happen and a lot more got added to the list of what I missed. But, I feel more at peace now than then. I’m comfortable with failure now than then. I’m more accepting now than then. What changed?