Happy Fake, Swallow, Hallmark Romance Day today. If you love someone, make them feel special 365 days a year, not just every February 14th so the card companies, florists, and chocolate makers make out like bandits and you can’t get a reservation at any restaurant this evening. What a bunch of freaking lemmings! (I’m not a fan, can you tell?)
I think if I found out I only had six months to live, I would just watch the Super Bowl halftime show because it would SEEM like a lifetime…
I’ve been neglecting this site the last few weeks. Issues at the office have dominated my attention to start the new year, and I’ve been pushing my creative pursuits aside to stamp out a myriad of work fires. But I realize it is a slippery slope. Last year I emotionally crashed and burned after a decade of being dedicated solely to my business. I started this blog site as a way to express myself creatively and regain my work-life balance. So I worry I’m heading down the same destructive path as before.
Although it is the same canvas day after day, Nature paints something new every morning.
Blog posts have been few and far between the last few weeks. I have been stuck in the “January Doldrums,” that Bermuda Triangle time period between New Years Day and the “ides” of January. It is a fortnight of “dull,” a two-week long hangover from the holidays. The color and beauty of the holidays are over, and the only reminders of joyous December are the 6 pounds of new “me” hanging over my belt buckle and Aunt Edna’s fruitcake (no, not Uncle Bob). This immortal “confectionery” made it another year uneaten and is now eligible for AARP, and as well as joining cockroaches and Cher as the only things able to survive a nuclear holocaust.
…are the Northerners who always complain we Southerners can’t drive in snow and ice, yet are the ones who moved down here to escape cold winters in the first place.