One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
I'm just not in the holiday spirit. I'm trying, really I am, but lately I feel more like Ebenezer Scrooge than my actual monicer. It is so unlike me, to be anything other than thrilled with the idea of holiday music playing twenty-four hours a day on the radio and lights hanging from trees and eggnog, blessed eggnog. Thanksgiving seemed to zoom in way too quickly. I only mustered the energy to make two pies, way below my typical holiday limit. I bought holiday cards to send out but can harldy be bothered to sit and write out the well wishes to those I care about. I'm making a lot of progress in my life, good adult-type progress. But then, like a snowball to the face, I keep seeming to fall back down and right into a pile of self-pity and stress induced crying spells. I don't know what it is, actually I know exactly what it is, and I am determined to snap out of it. It will just take some time, but that is exactly what I don't have.

At least now I can drive myself to the looney bin if the holidays take their toll because the new car I just bought myself is one hell of a Christmas present.