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It’s undeniable. The holidays are upon us. Expectations arise sky high, and anxiety floods in my brains. I love and hate the holidays. What hypocrites we are.
To be more specific, my irreligious self is referring to the cluster of holidays being Christmas and New Year’s. There’s no doubt in my mind that these are memorable days of the year, where pretty much everything is emphasized and the best is expected. There’s no such thing as too much so long as you love your family, as Teresa Giudice would say, but I am realizing that I am adamant and at times haughty when I people watch.
“That lady was obviously not blessed with good features. It explains her over the top Tory Burch outfit accented with her diamond cluttered belt.”
“You talk of aging gracefully, yet you are stuffing your face with grease and insist on drinking potent drinks.
How inappropriately condescending have I become. Perhaps I need to desperately go on a backpacking venture where I learn to appreciate what I have and what I have accomplished as an- adult.
2011 has been a tumultuous time. My job is still unstable and even my co-workers have changed their feelings towards me. That in and of itself is a completely different story that deserves its own post. I have grown immensely thanks to my mom who directs me to practical sources of energy such as Suze Orman and Oprah Winfrey. I have quietly been living below my means, and I am proud of myself for making good progress. I plan to only spend thriftily for the rest of my life.

I picked up a few cocktails from the bar earlier tonight, and the bartender asks, “What day is it today (ta-day)?” I said it was October 20th, and he says “OH MY GAHD it’s almost the holidays! Before you know it, it’ll be Thanksgiving! I hate the feeling where the holidays are right around the corner. Like I wish I was home for it, but I don’t.”
I feel the same way. When you see Halloween decor around the workplace garage and the Christmas trees are already decked out all throughout Macy*s, you know Americanization of Christmas has taken over and invaded our minds before Halloween is upon us.
Back to the topic of this post, I am turning another year older, and so is this damned blog. I live in a studio on Ward, there is a six month old grey cat here, and Matt has entered my life on the regular. My life revolves around my coveted days off- Wednesdays and Thursdays. I am getting a raise if I agree to growing list of responsibilities. But that comes with age, right?
Life is about change and you must roll with the punches, Caroline Manzo once told me. Now that Shannon Tweed is now Mrs. Shannon Simmons, anything is possible. Now that Osama Bin Laden and Qaddhafi were murdered, the world is balanced again. I feel like now that I am in a routine where I have been out of school for a year and a half, my life is somewhat balanced. My days have been unpredictable, I may die tomorrow; therefore my life is balanced.
As an old soul, I still struggle with my identity. I probably have a lot of taxes to owe at the end of the year. Hopefully I will be in Kauai firing away fireworks to Katy Perry.
After all is said and done and because Oprah told me so, I am gifted, I value my talents and abilities, I embrace my potentials, and my biggest assets are my friends and, once in a while, family. What more could I ask for than support at this age? These are dark times we live in.

Thank goodness for good company and fabulous facebook photos to last a lifetime.

Today I got a keyboard for my iPad. It is glorious. I am able to resume my blogging.. a year later. Why didn’t I do this sooner?!