I'm about to make a cup of coffee, marvel at the lights of the Christmas tree, and listen to the music in the background. I am a Nervous Nellie, and I know it. I know what I need to do, and yet I resist it like the plague. Jesus needs to be praised, before the tics of my anxiety. I want to enjoy living, not despise or deny its existence. I have come too far to look back now. What makes you revel in the moment?