Like a field of polar bears.
Jan. 1st, 2008 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
treehat"Hello, 2008!" I seemed to say, as I got out of bed. "How are you on this fine January morning?"
2008 seemed rather startled by this information, responding, "It's January? Why is there no snow on the ground? Must catch up! Eat powdery white doom, ground!"
At least, I assumed that was why there was 8+ inches of snow on the ground this morning. It's not the snow itself that bothers me, it's the bright glare. It's whiter than the Republican Party outside.
Anyway.
So, New Year it is. Last night, I was a complete wreck, what with holiday food attempting a coup d’état upon my intestines, with a few of their number heading up to my brain to poke it with pointy sticks. The end result of this revolution being I missed all festivities last night. But strangely, I'm not the least bit bitter, instead feeling so bloody cheerful this morning that I could break my arm and honestly not care. But, that's life - one giant Comedy Of Balance. You just keep going and trust that you'll get good days to outweigh the bad. And if you don't, then you go and kick life's fulcrum over a bit. And if life tries to move it back, you bolt it to the floor. But you don't try to kick off the bad, 'cause it'll just come back later. You just add your own good until you get Balance, and then you can breathe a bit before life comes back with a wheelbarrow full of bad. But it all balances in the end.
So, it's off into a new journey, or further on the same one. You run until you can't anymore, and they you keep going. Allons-y!
2008 seemed rather startled by this information, responding, "It's January? Why is there no snow on the ground? Must catch up! Eat powdery white doom, ground!"
At least, I assumed that was why there was 8+ inches of snow on the ground this morning. It's not the snow itself that bothers me, it's the bright glare. It's whiter than the Republican Party outside.
Anyway.
So, New Year it is. Last night, I was a complete wreck, what with holiday food attempting a coup d’état upon my intestines, with a few of their number heading up to my brain to poke it with pointy sticks. The end result of this revolution being I missed all festivities last night. But strangely, I'm not the least bit bitter, instead feeling so bloody cheerful this morning that I could break my arm and honestly not care. But, that's life - one giant Comedy Of Balance. You just keep going and trust that you'll get good days to outweigh the bad. And if you don't, then you go and kick life's fulcrum over a bit. And if life tries to move it back, you bolt it to the floor. But you don't try to kick off the bad, 'cause it'll just come back later. You just add your own good until you get Balance, and then you can breathe a bit before life comes back with a wheelbarrow full of bad. But it all balances in the end.
So, it's off into a new journey, or further on the same one. You run until you can't anymore, and they you keep going. Allons-y!
