December is such a huge time of recollection for me. Sometimes I feel like it is the month I can remember the most clearly, no matter the year… probably because of the holidays. But I can remember where I was in life last December, and the one before, and the one before… And I guess because of the New Year approaching, I also start to think of what I want to do, and where I want to be next December. This is what has been weighing heavy on my mind for the past four days. I can see this picture so clearly in my head at times, and at other times it looks like TV fuzz.
But alas, it is the most magical time of year… the time of year that my electric bill jumps about $20 due to my massive amount of Christmas doo-dads. But you know what? It’s hard to be anything but happy when you are in a space filled with sparkles and lights. Like tonight: even though it is Sunday night and normally I am approaching a mental breakdown thinking about the start of the work week, I’m doing okay because my Christmas tree makes me smile.
I also made an impromptu trip to Half Price Books today and left with seven of the coolest books I have ever owned (think old maps, costume jewelry, old coins, and Alphonse Mucha). All in all it has been a pretty great day. I even made buffalo chicken in my crock pot.
When is it going to SNOW?