Do you ever struggle just to find something good to say and can't? Yet, you don't want to say nothing at all. I don't want to write about my "black mood"; according to beliefnet.com I am having a bad day. No, really? Thank you for your holiday quiz.
There is something ungrateful and taboo about being grumpy on Christmas Day. And yet, I am, and I have every right to be. I also have a lot of good things going on in my life too. Come on, rational mind, kick in and lighten the mood.
Errr, nope, it isn't going to happen. This is just one of them thar days where I can manage to annoy myself. It's like trying to blog right through writer's block, it just doesn't always work.
We were talking about competition today and my Mom said "isn't the point that most people lose?" and I found that so sad. Because I really look at it from the other side-"some people win". It reminded me of that alien race of toys in Small Soldiers-the ones who were designed to never win the game. The leader's name was Archer.
Another Momism from today..."I make do with what I have, isn't that what you are supposed to do?"....well, I've always worked to get what I wanted myself.
And the difference is, hope. I have this undying belief that I can figure it out, make it better and push on. Mom battens down the hatches and survives on what she has.
My parents pretty much live life in a world that is 900 SQF. and life is what they say it is. It's safe for them, and I think for the most part they are happy. At least they are happier on 49th street than "Out there..."
But my little patch of 49th street is just an outpost to a much larger world. And, the fundamental difference, I believe, is hope.