I'm sure by now I've lost most of my readers. I suppose I spoiled you over the summer and now that it's not summer you think you all deserve a post a week! And I probably could write a post a week considering how much free time I have (insert unemployed jokes here). But the fact of the matter is that a lot of things in my life got too delicate to be writing about it here in the blog. Like I've said before, I've been keeping a sporatic journal of sorts, but recently I've transfered that push to write into my book. Is the book about everything I'm going through and does it contain secrets to what I won't post about? Honestly, no. But writing with that fire that keeps me awake until the early dawn hours and consumes my mind draining everything else from it is some really great writing energy that I can channel. And it gets channeled into something of real value to me instead of ambiguous posts on my blog or letters that no one will ever read in my personal journal. So, most of my writing energies have gone into that.
So, um, it's Christmas, maybe I should talk about that? Don't I have some zaney perspective about it that would make an challening, interesting post? No heh, not really. I do have some thoughts on love and family however. Be honestly grateful for those who love you, and love them back fiercly. It is not enough to merely be family and expect familiar love will be enough to help one another through our lives. The blood bond, which ties us, would give us the strength to die for one another it is not enough to live for one another. And by that I mean being a beacon of love for each other while there is no crisis, while there is no need to rush to the emergency room, no need to be held close and told it's going to be alright. Shamefully I can admit to living a loveless life and I can testify of its reality. It is not so far away as some like to believe I think. Lives can get so dark sometimes, and the darkness can seem to last too long. But without fail, hope is given to those whose hearts burn for light, and light always appears after our hopes. I was blessed with this happening several months ago, and I will be forever grateful for everyone who was there for me for it. I seem to get a little mushy here whenever I talk about hope and love I know, I'm sorry for that... But it's Christmas! So a big fat mushy post is what you're going to get, and like it!!
Merry Christmas everyone, I love you all. And if you Little Orphan Annie fans have your decoder ring ready: ILYSMRN.
-A
