I’ve always been fascinated by those place mats at the Chinese restaurants, you know, the ones that you can find your birthday year on and discover that you are a Monkey or Dragon or Horse or whatever…also, I think it’s funny that there are so many little tidbits like DO NOT MARRY A RAT, or STAY AWAY FROM MONKEYS on there. Because, that’s not awkward when you look at your spouse or sister or mom or friend and see that the Rat has realized that YOU shouldn’t read the placemat any longer. And you can no longer share dessert because that would mean sitting CLOSER to the Monkey. But I digress.
One of the great things about January is setting goals for the year ahead. And by that I mean ignoring all the stupid goals like “I’m going to stop eating cheesecake” and “Only wear flat shoes” in favor of embracing goals such as “Bake something crazy”. Or “Write more consistently.” See how I did that? I just admitted that I don’t write consistently. In public at least. I do journal. I have stacks and stacks of filled journals, but the act of writing and posting…has escaped me recently. In all fairness, this past year has been the most difficult of my life (and I’ve survived some crap, people). There are some things that I won’t be sharing, namely because I am still experiencing the mushroom cloud effect after the bomb. When I am feeling blue or overwhelmed, I’ll probably write about something trivial or goofy until I can write with kindness and perspective on the ‘other’ stuff.