And all that's it's supposed to be
I've been at a loss for words. Not because things are particularly bad or particularly good, but because it all feels even. I'm all different but I'm just the same. This new year will be really significant, I think. So many seem to think so, especially lately, and I tend to agree.
It's been hard to feel Christmasy with the warm weather and shift upon shift upon shift (even with the lights and poinsetta I half-heartedly arranged in the middle of the pod). I guess in the back of my head I'm nervous about the family stuff.. fearing it'll erupt like a volcano with me right in the middle of it.
It all could be worse, though. I do have my teensy treesie:
The sweetest friends:
And I'm attempting to alleviate my consumerist guilt by making at least a few things.. and/or eating things that are made:
As some things fade, the stillness actually becomes a comfort, rather than a reminder of all the things I thought I lacked. And I feel in control.
It's been hard to feel Christmasy with the warm weather and shift upon shift upon shift (even with the lights and poinsetta I half-heartedly arranged in the middle of the pod). I guess in the back of my head I'm nervous about the family stuff.. fearing it'll erupt like a volcano with me right in the middle of it.
It all could be worse, though. I do have my teensy treesie:
The sweetest friends:
And I'm attempting to alleviate my consumerist guilt by making at least a few things.. and/or eating things that are made:
As some things fade, the stillness actually becomes a comfort, rather than a reminder of all the things I thought I lacked. And I feel in control.