It's That Time of Year ...
... when I get all goosey about money. I'm a nervous wreck over Christmas because my imagination so outstrips my ability, time, energy, and cash. The possibilities I can dream up are boundless, but reality is distinctly bounded-or should be. I find it easy to get swept away with all the self-imposed shoulds. I could list out three dozen without even stopping to think, I bet. I won't, though. I'll spare us all that painful exercise. My creativity runs away with me and my heart overflows. I alternate between letting my mind go wild with all those delights I would like to do, make, create, give, donate, decorate, design, draw, paint, sew, cook, find ... and reigning myself in with prudent advice and wet blankets of reality: I am enough. I have enough. I do enough.
It's all good, I guess. It's the same hamster wheel I get on every year. I dream and wish I could somehow create magic and perfection in the lives of everyone I know and love. But I can only do so much, and then I have to forgive myself for the rest that doesn't get done.
It's all good, I guess. It's the same hamster wheel I get on every year. I dream and wish I could somehow create magic and perfection in the lives of everyone I know and love. But I can only do so much, and then I have to forgive myself for the rest that doesn't get done.