Do you ever
feel like? I mean, it seems from
September through December there just isn’t enough of me to go around. I
refuse to believe that it is “because I’m getting old” that I can no longer
keep pace with the social demands put on me.
Rather, my circle of friends has widened to the point that I cannot seem
to stretch myself any further. That and
the fact that things seem to get postponed because of the weather!
For some
reason this year time really seemed to run away from me, to the point that for
the first time in my life I did not finish sending out my Christmas cards
before the deadline. Me, the organized
one, the one who writes her cards in November.
I can’t believe it. And as my
niece recently posted “it’s so lovely to receive them” and I sure don’t want to
get cut off from any of my friends’ lists.
I’m feeling a little of that bashfulness that comes from not listening
to my own advice. Get organized and say
no when you have to. Yes, I confess, I
am not perfect.
There, it’s
been said. Do I feel any better? Well, not immediately but I hope the salve to
my conscience will set in within a half hour or so. Seriously, we few, we unhappy few, who strive
towards perfection have a hard time letting go of the goal despite recognizing
the fact that we know it is unhealthy as well as giving poor returns. We need to appreciate a Charlie Brown
Christmas tree, burnt cookies and late greeting cards.
At the end of
the day, perhaps the thought really does count.
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