Its the most wonderful time of the year!

Too much to do, too much to do. I’m staring at a dining table with about thirty or so full dishes on it that I don’t really like, fork in one hand, knife in the other, napkin stuffed into the nape of my shirt…trying to imagine how I’m going to eat it all in one bite, and nearly having a brain aneurysm at the thought. I suppose I could just stand here with my arms poised and raised like a jackass, mulling it over until all the food goes bad…but on the other hand, I guess I could just sit down and start in the corner. Slowly. See how far I get in a few hours…

Relativity and the power of suggestion in mind…if we only think we need something, do we then actually need it? And if something we need is denied, (by the imperative definition of the word need) do we then suffer some form of death or transformation? And if transformation is retarded, and the part that needs refuses to die without it’s nourishment, how long can it anguish in terminal crippling peril? Indefinitely? Or is it all eventual, man, as Stephen King would say? Rhetorical questions, of course…just curious is all.

Day to day life is something like a swirling tie-dye of emotions…there’s the different colors, the deeps, and the lights, perpetually dancing and mixing around, but always varied, and as such– always constant, in their contrast and diversity. Sometimes, although I may know why, I certainly can’t say, it’s almost as if the color gets sucked out of it. The deep tones bleach themselves to mids, and lights…and suddenly the life, and world, that you were so very fond of yesterday, is utterly unrecognizable today.

Here’s to tomorrow!

Happy new year.