Just another manic Tuesday

I forgot to eat joy for breakfast.

I ate anxiety instead, causing me to run from one project to the next since PT this morning: swim therapy, shopping, cleaning, cooking, decorating, planning, preparing, listing...

...at least I know I'm not alone.

The celebrating world is wound up, beginning to fray, but determined to hold tight for another few days.

Comments

[Deidre]

Christy, I feel the same way. Despite the fact that EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR. I say that I refuse to give into the materialism of the holidays I still end up shopping, shipping, wrapping, driving, sitting in traffic, smiling at the poor poor check out folks, fraying. Such a good word, fraying. This isn't what the holidays are about is it? I hope you have such a great time on the Cape. Friends, family, hands, hearts, time, and love-sweet sweet love. Just when I was feeling slightly overwhelmed and angry at myself for giving in to the giving season I read this and thought, hey, it isn't so bad, my job isn't to dive through tunnels of poo every day! Happy holidays and lots of love to you and yours! D
Tunnels of poo story-I know this isn't appropriate, but I read it and thought, dang, I'm really grateful that this isn't my job:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061219/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_mexico_sewers

[Christy]

What a great story for perspective D, thanks for sharing and also for letting me know that you get pulled into the whole commercial thing too. I miss you!!!!!!!!!!

My you find joy within the packaging and come back up to Alaska soon!!

Love, Christy