I can't leave my distraught holiday blog sitting there so I will cover it up with a new post. Dressing up for work helps me feel better, I've been doing it since Halloween. My outlook is more professional, I feel lifted up a notch when I throw together an outfit made up of my finest thrift store finds and 30 year old scarves.
Another pick me up is to have my food situation in good shape. By that, I mean, home cooked meals, nothing wasted, bright and fresh food to take with me to lunch and to come home to in the evening.
I only put out some of my simplest, favorite holiday decorations. They fit in one box, about a foot square. I think I'll push the extra two boxes in the attic and label it for my son. When he puts his own tree up, he will be pleased to see some of the things that he grew up with.
My busy, relief seeking mind wants to fix this glumness that hits me every year for at least the last decade. It's not a drug that will fix it, I just keep trying to come up with a strategy to make it different. Nothing works, though I try doing something new each year. This year the only thing different was that I did not imbibe or use any prescriptions.
Ten good months out of twelve is nothing to sneeze at! Acceptance has been tried before but it's all I got.
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