On the Ninth Day of Christmas....

ON THE NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME...THE VALUE OF REST!

It’s only the second day of the New Year, and I am already so freaking weary! 

OK, to be fair, there is no actual personal reset when the year rolls over (and if you read my last blog entry, you know I think we put too much pressure on the date change anyway), but seriously.   So.  Freaking.  Weary.  I just want to lie in bed with my laptop and write…or surf the web…or hang out on Facebook. 

Oh wait, I’m already doing that.  Lol. 

So here’s what I’ve learned for today:  Sometimes we need to appreciate the value of rest.  For the last few weeks, I have been battling what I call the Irish Croup (so named after my 2014 trip to Ireland where everyone seemed to have the same lingering cough fostered by the damp, cold air), creaky joints and girly stuff besides.  My body is apparently physically rebelling against me in an effort to force me to slow the eff down.  Which is funny, because I feel like I have slowed down.  She says because she is only working on two shows, reading one book, raising a kid and trying to work.  I am hardly busy.  Ha ha. 

And yet my mind never stops.  Not even when I am asleep!  Even late at night, my brain is filled with super bizarre imagery and random situations (like the dream I had about Chris Evans last night…although that was probably brought on by watching What’s Your Number? before falling asleep…and could have been way worse.).  Won’t it be useful, then, when I am able to master Jedi-style telekinesis?  My body will rest, while my brain causes the action. 

Oh dear, but I am rambling.  Hey, not all of these blog entries can be winners. 

Sigh. 

Until Next Time, Lovelies…

On the First Day of Christmas...

On the First day of Christmas my True Love gave to me…Oh, who are we kidding?  I am my own True Love.  Not in an egotistical way, of course, but I am responsible for creating my own holiday cheer, after all.  No easy task, by the way.  Honestly, I find even leaving the house to participate in holiday festivities a bit of a challenge.  I am frazzled, stressed, exhausted by the season.  There is no Hallmark movie style romance for me.  Christmas music sometimes makes me homicidal.  If there were presents under the tree this year, they were likely put there by me (with the notable exception of an awesome twelve-pack of Star Wars socks that one of my best friends gave me).   And people wonder why I am a self-proclaimed Grinch. 

But I’ve decided to try and be a bit kinder to myself this season and give myself the ultimate gift.  No, not therapy. 

It has long been assumed that the “Twelve days of Christmas” refers to the twelve days prior to Christmas.  Historically, however, it actually refers to the twelve days after Christmas (Christmas Day until January 5^th).  There are celebrations throughout various countries focused on this time period  (Fun fact:  Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, draws its title from such festivities, but never refers to Christmas.).    

In light of these Twelve Days, I have decided to challenge myself to write one blog entry per day, hopefully focusing on something positive for the season.  The benefits of this are twofold:  I will not only add to my blog content (something which I have been remiss to do this year), but open myself up to more positivity as well.  Because a Grinch needs all the help she can get. 

And so for the First Day of Christmas, my True Love (me), gave to myself…the Gift of Writing.  Although I have not written/published as many blog entries this year, I give myself permission to realize that I have still written material for various projects—and I can always write more.  I am grateful that I occasionally have the ability to string semi-cohesive thoughts together.  I am happy to be able to share that ability with you (the benefit of which will be even greater if you actually enjoy my ramblings…I mean, writings). 

Happy Holidays, my Lovelies.  Until next time….