Full-hearted
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I decided today that, unlike last Christmas, I think I'm going to set up the Christmas tree this year, that is, as long as I can make it sufficiently cat-resistant, which probably nixes the lights and anything hanging on it! It's a old fake one that I got at The Warehouse (that's kind of NZ's version of Walmart I think, SHAME ON ME), and my decorations are a random and eclectic collection at best, but I thought...no, this year I have a lot to celebrate and I'm not going to let the holiday trickle past in a flurry of vaguely-resented family commitments, I'm going to go into it full-heartedly. I don't even know if full-hearted is a word, but I think it coins the phrase I am looking for.
Sometimes when I'm tired I can feel myself becoming ungenerous, and that's a characteristic that I really don't like in myself. If I'm too tired to be kind then that's the point where I'm doing too much. I don't want to end up a grudging and self-righteous workaholic, that would kind of suck.
It's like how your face settles as you get older, and you can see the expressions on old people's faces that have stuck there over time, whether they smiled a lot, or frowned, or sulked. That old wives' tale about the wind changing is I think inherently true, if not actually so.
When my face is too old to move anymore, but has settled into itself and I'm like a grinning wrinkled old apple that someone has left in the back of the fridge, I want my face to be smiling and open and filled with enjoyment of things and people.
This will allow me to lure young children into my house made of candy and devour them. There will be no chance of being an evil old hag if I turn to the dark side now. I want to be surprise!evil as an old lady; right now, I'm trying hard to be good.
I decided today that, unlike last Christmas, I think I'm going to set up the Christmas tree this year, that is, as long as I can make it sufficiently cat-resistant, which probably nixes the lights and anything hanging on it! It's a old fake one that I got at The Warehouse (that's kind of NZ's version of Walmart I think, SHAME ON ME), and my decorations are a random and eclectic collection at best, but I thought...no, this year I have a lot to celebrate and I'm not going to let the holiday trickle past in a flurry of vaguely-resented family commitments, I'm going to go into it full-heartedly. I don't even know if full-hearted is a word, but I think it coins the phrase I am looking for.
Sometimes when I'm tired I can feel myself becoming ungenerous, and that's a characteristic that I really don't like in myself. If I'm too tired to be kind then that's the point where I'm doing too much. I don't want to end up a grudging and self-righteous workaholic, that would kind of suck.
It's like how your face settles as you get older, and you can see the expressions on old people's faces that have stuck there over time, whether they smiled a lot, or frowned, or sulked. That old wives' tale about the wind changing is I think inherently true, if not actually so.
When my face is too old to move anymore, but has settled into itself and I'm like a grinning wrinkled old apple that someone has left in the back of the fridge, I want my face to be smiling and open and filled with enjoyment of things and people.
This will allow me to lure young children into my house made of candy and devour them. There will be no chance of being an evil old hag if I turn to the dark side now. I want to be surprise!evil as an old lady; right now, I'm trying hard to be good.