As I’m heading toward the end of another Christmas day, I can’t help thinking to myself that it kind of came and went without all of the exciting anticipation that traditionally precedes it. The brain chaos that has been my daily routine for the past two months is starting to wear and tear to the point where even the holidays approaching are not enough to slow me down, to make me stop and smell the… Coffee. Roses are out of season.
Truth is, I’m running behind. I’m feeling the appreciation for my family and friends, thankful for my stability and health, and grateful to be sheltered from the weather outside. I’m internally celebrating thanksgiving and eating enough food to feed a horse, to boot. Maybe sometime toward the end of January, I’ll be ready to hang the stockings.