I'm wading in the holiday season. I'm trying to lose myself a bit in the bright lights and sparkle that are beginning to be thrown up around the city. I cling to the shiny visuals like tangible hope.
I eat another cookie. I find comfort in my stomach and in my hands.
I'm waiting for this year to end.
It's a time of transition. It's a busy time at work. There have been a lot of germs in my household. There have been a lot of headaches. But really it's really not too much to whine about. It's the grind.
I sleep either awkwardly or out of sheer exhaustion.
I think my mood is something that of an angst filled teen, impatient but overwhelmed with a case of the feels. If anything, this has allowed me to at least relate to The Kid a little easier as he goes through his own set of "things in this life."
|That tiny person taking photos at the intersection is my angst filled teen. I saw him while I was eating lunch across the way.|
I feel like there is some kind of knitting analogy buried in there, but I haven't got it.
And so my friends, we trod on. Wish good wishes for all in our hearts.
Knitting pics soon. :)