Wednesday, 9 December 2015
It's that time of year when it's hard to stay awake. We are all battling the darkness and the cold and resisting the urge to stay inside and do nothing.
We cuddle up in slippers and sweaters and try to stay warm.
It's a sleepy time of year. One that pairs well with wine, movies, good books, and loved ones. Yes, yes, yes indeed.
It's a fabulous time of year to reflect on your life. And that's exactly what I've been doing!
I guess what I've been thinking lately is how lucky I am. So, so lucky. I work hard and I try to be a good person (which honestly varies from day to day) but this proves to be a lot easier with the amazing people in my life.
So although this isn't a blog post about anything other than gratitude, I wanted to write about it anyway. Because it's cold outside and that makes me sentimental.
This past year has been a huge year of change for me. There has been a lot of pain, a lot of tears, and a lot of fear. But it has proved to be way more bearable with the people who love me and who I love.
So although I won't go into specifics, I'd like to say thank you for all the people who have made this year fun and silly, and who continue to make me laugh. You mean so much to me. I hope I bring half as much joy to your lives as you do to mine.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Wednesday, 2 December 2015
I am not jam.
I know it seems like an obvious fact. But it's true. I am not jam. I can be sweet and at times tart. I've been known to contain seeds. I am with and without preservatives (depending on which day you ask).
But I am not jam. I can't be kept in the fridge to stay fresh. Being picked up whenever it's convenient. Day after day, dollop after dollop, I do get empty. I can see the similarity to jam. I understand why you might get confused.
I'm proud to say that similar to jam, some people like me and some people don't. The ones that do even like to keep me around as much as possible which makes me happy.
But unlike jam, I don't spread well. I become too thin. I try again and again to test the limits of how much I can spread. But unlike jam, I don't do it with much grace. I complain and cry and ultimately lay down. Jam never does that. It just keeps spreading, missing spots or not.
Unlike me, Jam never gets overwhelmed or frustrated or despondent by the task at hand. I wish I was more like jam. But how can I remain sweet and delicious when I spread myself too thin? The truth is I can't.
So again, I appreciate the comparison but it's time for me to say once and for all, I am not jam.