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Tripping

The Longest Trip

I think it’s a crime to tell someone to forget the past.

I’ve heard plenty of people tell other people to leave the past behind them. They say not to dwell on things that have happened.

I disagree.

While it’s not healthy to obsess about the negative things that have happened to us in our lives, it is certainly important to note that these incidents helped shape who we are.

A friend of mine is having some problems letting go of an issue. I told her that it’s okay to think about it, but to make it the sole purpose of her life may be stretching it a bit.

Some of her friends tell her to forget what’s troubling her. They ask her to bury it, so that it may never resurface.

In my opinion, it’s always good to deal with it in a constructive way, and move on. It will always be there in your mind. But if you choose to acknowledge your past, you will have a much easier time moving on with life.

On any trip, it’s always wise to carry at least a little baggage.

Penmanshit

My Writing Sux

Have I become so entrenched in the keyboard interface that I have forgotten how to do cursive?

One would think so, considering I had to toss out several Christmas cards several times due to crappy writing.

The sad part is that I think that most of the people who receive the good ones still won’t be able to read them.

All I Want for Christmas is Super-Human Speed…

…Or the Ability to Manipulate the Space-Time Continuum.

Since our move, I find myself short on time. Everything seems to be creeping up and jumping out at me from behind the corners ahead.

I suppose a lot of it has to do with the do-it-yourselfing that we’ve been doing. It has not been too bad, but there are a lot of little things that need to be taken care of.

And so, other things have taken a back seat. Things like Christmas cards.

It’s December 18th, and I haven’t even sent out one yet. This is a new low for me.

So if you’ve sent us one and have not received one back, please accept my apologies.



It Feels Like Home to Me

Christmas woes aside, it certainly feels good to have our own place.

You tend to feel invested in a place when you have to paint it. Especially the cranberry-coloured accent wall which took six coats of paint.

I’m damned proud of that wall.

‘Tis the Seasoning

Food, Glorious Food

Another short post in the form of a question…


What is your favourite holiday-related* food?




* – It can be whichever winter holiday you want.

Wading…

Can anyone tell me when the pain of moving ends?