This was not the original picture for this posting, but it will have to do for now. My apologies.
When I receive this piece of mail from a very dear friend, my stress level reaches an all time high. Hers is always the first season’s greetings card that I have received for as long as I can remember.
So, when I see this in my mail, that means again, that the stress has just begun. I don’t even want to open it, because it means I have to get my derriere in high gear.
I think this dear friend sits down and on the Friday after Thanksgiving, she is just waiting for 12:01 am to release all of her cards. I love her dearly and would love for her to get me going in a sort of another way, but life is just that, life. I already have my two little Christmas trees all decked up and the condo looks like I am all ready and set to go. Yeah…don’t I wish. I really don’t want to go into the stores, but I know I have to…or a thought just occurred…maybe I don’t have to go at all, and wait and see reactions. But knowing how my self-confidence level is always on a variant…I know I will go like the rest of us, and break down and use that plastic rectangle.
Caramba! Something nice in Spanish…just a phrase to release some steam. I wish I could go into space until January 2nd and meditate in a bubble all the time. I will be so melted and peaced out when I return, that maybe no one will recognize me. Probably all my wrinkles will be gone (Yes!), and my nerves will be non-existent. Hey Santa, are you listening?
Until next time, I will share a view of my small Christmas vision.
“It’s that wonderful time of the year…” Ding, dong, ding, dong.