The first part of the holiday season was riddled with challenging appearances. The idea of listing these encounters makes me uneasy, as I don’t wish to point out the Ghosts of Christmas Resolution. There are feelings of triumph and best wishes, but I’ve still walked away with uncomfortable feelings about nearly every bitch I’ve ever tried to forget. For the record, however, I must admit that the run-ins were worth their conclusions. I feel Beyond.
I’m in the middle of Busy but wanted to sneak in some kind of unloading entry. Earlier, a girl walked out of the drug store and flipped one of those sewn-onto-the-sweater scarves around her neck and I thought, “I’m seeing like I write.” A desire to think and scribble has been here but things are still too occupied to make use of the attention I’ve been paying. It’s nothing surprising, considering the time of year. Like anyone else, there were all these things to do, all this stress from crossing things off, etc.
Maybe I’m one of those people who aren’t happy unless they have a darker perspective. My December has taken off from such a dull standstill that all of this perfection is making my head spin, and I’d really like it to stop before I puke sugarplums.
Spirits! I’ve had enough! Return my grip on reality and I promise I will make Better use of it, this time around.