January 3rd, 2014
Not much left to do,
Now the paintings are down to two.
Thanks for being here with me for this.
It’s a return to normal.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays.
But there’s a little pressure to pin all our hopes and plans to one single day, isn’t there?
Everyone asks, “How was your Christmas?” I feel bad when I answer honestly. “Actually, I was in bed with bronchitis for most of last week, and I didn’t do much to celebrate.”
The grocery store cashier, the bank teller, and the guy at the art supply store all looked so disappointed.
So I just started saying, “Wonderful, and yours?”
The thing is, my life is pretty good most of the time. I don’t need holidays as much if every regular day is a day that I’m taking tiny steps toward something wonderful.
It’s like that guy who makes patterns in the snow. The steps seem inconsequential, but looking from a wider angle, the pattern is really beautiful.