Sanity in the Cards

I've been a very bad girl.

I haven't blogged in 21 days.

I haven't sent out a single Christmas card.

I haven't cleaned the apartment until every speck of dust is gone.

I'm very afraid that Santa won't visit me this year because, oh my, I've been so very bad.

I'm hoping, though, that the cards that we've received, despite me sending not a single card in two years (I've completely fallen off the wagon I tell you), are an indication that there is still enough love in my life that those reindeer will find their way here and fill my stockings with chocolate!

[Mental note: buy chocolate...just in case.]

I *am* going to send cards. I have to go buy some first. I am thinking that I will send cards on Christmas Eve. Maybe come up with something symbolic and all. I'm only going to send them to a few folks - those that sent them and a few others as well - folks I don't keep up with on Facebook. I hope the rest of my friends understand. I hope.

I should have been more prepared. I wanted to be more prepared. I used to be more prepared. But in the past few years I seem to be me easily distracted. Or maybe it's because so much of life is now lived in increments.

I'm actually looking forward to curling up on the couch, pen and hand, and writing small and hopefully thoughtful messages to these people in my life. We are all living our lives in increments and I am in awe of the women (and a few men) who, despite this, have managed to get off thoughtful cards that catch me up on their worlds.

I want to be more like them. But for now I'll just have to settle for at least being glad my Christmas shopping is done...and wrapped.

There is always 2009.

NL