We have a tree!
Dec. 5th, 2004 09:47 pmThe best part of getting ready for the holidays is when I pop open the box that has my stuffed Grinch in it. I love the Grinch! I usually end up sleeping with my stuffed Grinch for at least a couple of days after I open the box. I am a dork like that.
I have had such a crazy and emotional weekend. I feel like I hit some sort of emotional overload when I was at the Pixies show and haven't really recovered. I have been so sensitive and so anxious all weekend and it is driving me insane, which means it must be driving everyone else completely batty also. Argh argh argh.
I just can't keep it together. When things are going smoothly I am totally fine, no problem, no anxious feelings. Then some weird kink happens and I just completely lose it. I had a meltdown in the parking lot of National Wholesale Liquidators because Jen asked me to take the car to get new brakes on Saturday. (I really need Saturday to Christmas shop for Jen's presents, and heck, I spent 4+ hours waiting for the car to get maintenanced /yesterday/!) Sometimes I wish I could get through my life without those moments that fool me into thinking that any little difficulty is the end of the world as I know it. I would seriously ask for happy drugs if it wasn't a few-days-a-month phenomenon and if I wasn't paranoid about such things.
But the Grinch is in my lap (he says hello and "I hate Christmas!"), so all is well.
I have had such a crazy and emotional weekend. I feel like I hit some sort of emotional overload when I was at the Pixies show and haven't really recovered. I have been so sensitive and so anxious all weekend and it is driving me insane, which means it must be driving everyone else completely batty also. Argh argh argh.
I just can't keep it together. When things are going smoothly I am totally fine, no problem, no anxious feelings. Then some weird kink happens and I just completely lose it. I had a meltdown in the parking lot of National Wholesale Liquidators because Jen asked me to take the car to get new brakes on Saturday. (I really need Saturday to Christmas shop for Jen's presents, and heck, I spent 4+ hours waiting for the car to get maintenanced /yesterday/!) Sometimes I wish I could get through my life without those moments that fool me into thinking that any little difficulty is the end of the world as I know it. I would seriously ask for happy drugs if it wasn't a few-days-a-month phenomenon and if I wasn't paranoid about such things.
But the Grinch is in my lap (he says hello and "I hate Christmas!"), so all is well.
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Date: 2004-12-08 02:29 pm (UTC)This was a reading at church yesterday.
Date: 2004-12-06 10:24 pm (UTC)“IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are one of the hundreds of parachuting enthusiasts who bought our “Easy Sky Diving” book, please make the following correction: On page 8, line 7, the words ‘state zip code’ should have read ‘pull rip cord.’ –in the Warrenton, VA Fauquier Democrat.”
I worry about things like this during the Christmas season. Had I been a parachuting enthusiast, and had I breezed through “Easy Sky Diving” during the month of December, I’d still be flying through the air, picking up speed, shouting my zip code.
Zip codes aren’t important. Rip cords are. During the Advent season, it’s all too easy to confuse one for the other. The “zip codes” of the season—replacement bulbs, the four sticks of butter, the fruit-by-mail catalogue, the party shoes—have our attention, and before we know it, we’re picking up speed and shouting out those “zip codes” without ever asking why.
Perhaps we should look to our rip cords. Our life lines, in December as always, are our inner quiet, the love we exchange, and our efforts to make the world more whole. We can slow the descent. We can take in the view. And we can anticipate a gentle landing on the twenty-fifth.
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