The last day of my journal challenge. I can't say that I know myself any better, or that I'm now in the habit of writing every day, but it was certainly fun while it lasted.
One thing you're excited about
I don't feel terribly excited about anything right now, actually. I mostly feel tired and a little achy. But deep down inside, I know I'm always exited for Christmas.
We're only 46 days away, and it doesn't feel like nearly enough time. There's a hosue to decorate and presents to buy, a party to plan and cards to send out, a name to pick off the Adopt-A-Kid tree. But I'll be ready. I know I will. I know I'm ready for all of that peace and good will towards men, that's for damn sure. I need something to jingle my bells, holly my jollies, tinsel my tree. My yearly pick-me-up that keeps me excited for the rest of the year.
And, y'know, the subsequent two weeks off of work ain't bad either.
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