A place. A moment. It's what you know you're bound for and every time you think you're there you realize... you're not.
It's not necessarily a good place to be or even where you want to be but because it's where you're going, and it makes the most sense... logically... you really just can't wait to get there.
It's actually kind of sad.
But Christmas is almost here and I'm underprepared, underwhelmed and not really caring as much as I should but I know I can place the bulk of the blame for that on the extraordinary disappointment that was last Christmas. I'm not sure what I can do if this year proves to be its equal.
However I am looking forward to the week off work and the trip down south that I still have to plan. Pain and life keep getting in the way and why on earth did we buy tickets for a show for tomorrow night? We should have known better.
But things are getting done and falling into place and at least I remembered to write "turkey" on the grocery list so it's likely to actually get done.
I have to think and decide and hopefully come the new year I'll find myself here a little more often as I'm trying to create time in my morning - which is honestly the best time for me to write - but it's a gradual training to get up earlier and it does me no good when I decide to be lazy and not do my chores.
