Sure it is... but the roses are on stems with thorns.
Many times, I wake up feeling disappointed or hurt and I wish I can go back to sleep never to rise again. I wanna run away to a place where no one will find me. Can the big one happen under my feet please... right now is a good time.
But I get up. I shower. I put on the swag. I turn on the glow.
Life's greatest joy is also life's greatest sorrow. The same person or thing that makes my heart leap for joy can kill me dead as surely as a double-edged knife to my heart. Anything precious in life is like an elixir and a poison. A miracle medicine and a prohibited drug. A talisman and a weak link. An Excalibur and an Achilles' heel. It is strength and it is weakness. It is extreme happiness and intense sadness. The only saving factor is the frequency.
I heard someone say I should rely on myself and only myself where happiness is concerned. So I ask myself is it worth making a ruckus over? Is it worth feeling bad about it? Eventually, I decide to sweep it under the rug and be happy.
Until the rug bulgeth over...
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Christmas 2015
It's the happiest time of the year again!
Whoopy doo!!! Santa Claus is coming to town! Yeah, baby! Ride into town on that groovy sleigh with your funky reindeer! Who are they again? Dasher! Dancer! Prancer! Vixen! Comet! Cupid! Dunder! Blitzen! Uhm... where is the most famous reindeer of all? Rudolph? He came later on when pollution became so bad that Santa needed headlights.
As I lay in bed the other night wondering if I ordered enough goodies to give away to the people who help me at work, it occurred to me that I should buy the special ones gifts when I go wandering about during the year. What a brilliant idea, I exclaimed! I'm buying them in February when I go gallivanting with my forever travel buddy, Ruth. I'm excited already because I'm getting them something that I use myself. They will all need it someday if not already. No more sending scrooge Kayla to the mall to pick up one more gift for me!
I like giving gifts that I know others will enjoy using. That means I use them myself since I think highly of myself. LOL.
I resent getting gifts that are generic... like tea... tea??? I don't drink tea. So I give them to Mary Lynn. ;p Give me lotion (with the least scent possible), massage oil (no lemon grass scent please), dark chocolates, crossword puzzles and I'll be delighted.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Let them ring on this joyful season!
Christmas time... it's the loneliest time of my year.
Whoopy doo!!! Santa Claus is coming to town! Yeah, baby! Ride into town on that groovy sleigh with your funky reindeer! Who are they again? Dasher! Dancer! Prancer! Vixen! Comet! Cupid! Dunder! Blitzen! Uhm... where is the most famous reindeer of all? Rudolph? He came later on when pollution became so bad that Santa needed headlights.
As I lay in bed the other night wondering if I ordered enough goodies to give away to the people who help me at work, it occurred to me that I should buy the special ones gifts when I go wandering about during the year. What a brilliant idea, I exclaimed! I'm buying them in February when I go gallivanting with my forever travel buddy, Ruth. I'm excited already because I'm getting them something that I use myself. They will all need it someday if not already. No more sending scrooge Kayla to the mall to pick up one more gift for me!
I like giving gifts that I know others will enjoy using. That means I use them myself since I think highly of myself. LOL.
I resent getting gifts that are generic... like tea... tea??? I don't drink tea. So I give them to Mary Lynn. ;p Give me lotion (with the least scent possible), massage oil (no lemon grass scent please), dark chocolates, crossword puzzles and I'll be delighted.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Let them ring on this joyful season!
Christmas time... it's the loneliest time of my year.
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