I still can’t believe that it is 2018. It seems like yesterday I was drinking champagne and looking back on the death-filled shit show of 2016. Then I spent the last week in a bout of depression-drinking reflecting on how 2017 turned out to be an even greater catastrophe. I shouldn’t have been surprised given the world we live in, but apparently there is some seed of optimism in me after all. I just keep it deeply hidden inside the unrelenting anxiety ball of my brain.
Around 1:00 AM on the first all I kept thinking was that I need to go encase Betty White in bubble wrap because nothing is ever allowed to happen to her…ever! I need her around because she gives me hope. Betty starred in the Golden Girls when she was 63! That’s when it started. She was 70 when in the last episode. 70! And that was ages ago! Since then she has made dozens of movies and television shows. She has brought joy and laughter to everything she touches. The woman just gets better with age.
At this point in my life I realize that I may need a few more years…or decades…to reach my full potential. I need for Betty to be around to remind me it is possible.
So stay strong Betty White, and Happy New Year to all. Here’s hoping 2018 is less of a train wreck!
The holiday season is finally over—THANK GOD! I have a severe love/hate relationship with November and December. Before they happen I get all excited. I get distracted by the ribbons and glitter. Anticipation builds with each day that passes as more and more of my surrounding turn into winder wonderland scenes.
Even the cats look forward to time lounging around under the christmas tree, nibbling at the needles and gift bows, then puking them up a few hours later. I think they love hearing my cries when I find a mushy fresh pile of technicolor cat vomit with my bare foot.
The build up to the holidays is incredible. But much like the 12th piece of pie, too much of a good thing can induce misery. It’s not so much that I don’t enjoy the holidays as they happen, but more that I am just incredibly glad they are over and I can resume normal life.
By January all the hours of wrapping, decorating, baking, shopping, and cleaning have just exhausted me. I am ready to get back to normal. De-clutter. Rest. Work. I still can’t help but find my relationship with November and December perplexing. I’m so glad they roll around every year, and boy can I not wait until they are over.
So here’s wishing you and yours a wonderful New Year full of joy and productivity, and hopefully minimal cat puke!