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A Merrier Christmas’ than Before.🎄

This was Christmas, this year.

I unexpectedly had a great Christmas. We lost our dad about two months ago, and I didn’t really expect it to be so neat! It’s important to know that during the holiday season some want to be with family, yet they cannot, because they have passed on. Some families don’t even get along much, which places a damper on things.

This Christmas I went outside and enjoyed some snow, few smiles, took pictures of pretty things, and ate some good food. They seem small, however; they are huge when some don’t even have that.

I didn’t get a lot of 🎁 , but then I didn’t really need any. That was like “totally” fine, because at age 50 it seems for me it’s really becoming about everyone else anyway.. at least during this year, anyway.

We even sang a bit, which made it merrier.

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This is my sweetie with his guitar. It was a delightful Christmas weekend with hubby and family. Nice and quiet , yet enjoyable.

They even ate most of my egg casserole! I think I like these. I really enjoyed how easy it was to make . So I tried a few new things, and even Netflix(ed) it with a bad hair day! Watched a few Christmas movies and few comedies and laughed (out loud) right on my couch!

Life is full of meaningful moments.They are really what makes holidays special. Quality time, new experiences and love. 💕

Crazy Confessions.

I have a confession to make: I am a writer, and I haven’t felt like writing much in the last three months or so.

I also find that I am not very consistent.

There are times when my head and thoughts are  so jumbled, I can’t even think straight.

I have a fear of passing a test that I know will.make me successful.

I fear successful opportunities.

This is what’s here, right now.

I know it makes sense not to even dwell on these kinds of things, but I do.

I guess that makes me imperfect.

Am I ok with that? No, I’m not.

Sometimes I wish I didnt have a call towards things that are so freaken  hard to do. ( That’s another confession.)

It demands my attention and the  all is like babies that scream all the time… You don’t find them great company.

On the other hand , I love people  and I love motivating them.

I also love the adrenalin rush I get from a good read of something I wrote.

I love seeing my work in print and hearing others say: “This is just what I needed today, thank you.”

I also love working on teams. Teams of people with like once and like purpose.

People who were once  where I was; but. Ow I can not get them to”  be more, do more see more..”

So… even though I get overwhelmed , stagnant and discouraged, somefimes, I still tend to seek out the good. I maintain that I will keep going.

Despite myself.

I took this picture below because I went a step further.

I opened my eyes, was sleepy as all get out, saw those rays out my window, and  (decided as tired as I was), I was gonna watch this sunrise. and better yet capture it.

Because it made me happy to catch  sunrises.

I decided then, that I would “press in” often and continually make me happy, despite myself.

Because “stepping up” makes things epic as all get out, you know what I mean?by-the-river

So why stop reaching for the stars?

Eventually I’ll catch one.

As big enough as the sunrise I’m chasing.

Selah.

Thanks for listening to my imperfect rants.