I haven’t written in awhile, a long while. And I don’t know if that’s good….or bad…or really either. Maybe I should. Maybe writing is good for me, a good cathartic outlet, kind of like a good cathartic cry. But, again, most of the times I’ve written it’s because I had something on my mind, too many things on my mind, a mind that couldn’t be decluttered or reorganized. It couldn’t be wrapped, or frosted or hung by the chimney with care.
Well, maybe I’m there again. Maybe a new kitten destroying my new chair, job applications and taxes, mortgage approvals and house hunting, secrets and lies, affairs and separations, divorces and engagements, sore muscles and migraines, new babies, new birthdays and simply a case of the winter blahs are on my mind. Maybe I’m there with too much in my brain and nowhere for it to go.
Except here. It can go here. For you, the few that may or may not still be interested in my fledgling writing and non-credentialed thoughts, well here is your ever non-impressive and non-ground breaking thought explosion in all of its glory.
It’s Christmas…and some years that fills me with joy, others with dread. For some reason this year I just don’t know, I’m stuck somewhere in between the two and though in between is better than down, it’s not better than up, so in between I will stay.
For anybody like me filling the mixed stocking of anticipation and dread, excitement and fear, then I feel for you, or fear for you…hell, one and the same really. A Merry Friggen Christmas to all and to all a mediocre night!
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind. – Edgar Allen Poe
The Ginga Ninja