December is one of those months when there’s so many things happening that I’d wish they’d split it and make it into two separate months. I’d label them December and December Kicks Your Ass Again. I have too many things to do and not enough of me to do them all.
Years prior to this one would have found me in a fairly good mood around this time of the year, even though I would be in constant state of motion. I would be looking forward to communing with family and friends as well as the consumption of large quantities of food and libation. I’m not feeling as festive as I’d like to be. The primary reason being that in years prior I would take a break from myself with a long uninterrupted vacation in the middle of the year. I skipped vacation this year. That’s the time I would allow my mind to stay still. I haven’t had the opportunity to do that this year. I opted for a shorter break. Couple that with a heavier work load that included classes and what seemed like a dearth of free time, and it’s been a year I’ll be happy to part with. If I were to compare the year I’ve had it to a day in my life, it would be something like this:
- Woke up . . . late. Got to work and the boss is standing right there as you enter the door making you look like the worst employee in recorded history despite the fact that you always make up your time. You skip lunch so you don’t have to stay later than you’re already going to be. You leave work at 7. You get home in a foul mood because you skipped lunch. You’re tired and decide to skip dinner too. You go to bed. As you fall into coma-like slumber, you hear your stomach speak to you in a familiar tongue. It’s says, “Feed me!” You wonder why it keeps calling you Seymour. Then temporary death gives you a reprieve from any more troubling thoughts.