That’s the Spirit
Wednesday, November 24th, 2010
If I’ve ever had a doubt about my ability to make lemon martinis, well not anymore!
Call me a bartender.
Being doused in freshly squeezed, premium lime does burn a little, hell a lot, but it sure does clean you up well. *Sparkel*
Lemon juice gets rid of all the dirt and grime, the excess layers, and magnificently leaves a shine in areas that were over scuffed.
2010 is soon coming to a close. For most of us its a happy time of year. People generally have, at least, decent moods, companies give away food and booze, and you get to see your boss behaving in ways you’d never imagine, which of course ensures that your job is secure for at least another year. Guilt is a hell of a thing.
Living in Canada, I get to celebrate Thanksgiving twice. The first time, when Canada celebrates it, and then another when the ‘rest of the world’ , or so the US believes, celebrates it.
- More food.
- More good times
- More shopping sure, but more importantly,
more time to reflect on why I ought to be thankful, and, despite however I may feel during what can seem to be an incalculable amount of ceiling-mounted, fire-blazing hoops, why I am truly blessed.
Blessed beyond measure.
Then, on the heels of Thanksgiving, comes the jolly old Ho.
Well, the Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho-liday Season. A time where kids believe and receive; something that we often seem to lose as ‘adults’ because, oh…
“Santa isn’t real”
Some of us can be such party poppers. What IS real?
My perception, IS my reality. Party poop that.
After all, isn’t that what ‘Santa’ is really about? ….Believing?
It’s not about being able to circle the globe in one night, Stupid. We all got over that decades ago. It’s not about religion or politics, or about who got the best present, who’s sucked, and who got none at all, because we all get presents.
We get presents everyday. We get the gift of opportunity; the opportunity to create or squander, to live and learn or to mentally and emotionally succumb to our thought processes.
“Santa” is about the spirit of happiness; that of thankfulness; that of believing.
The selfless act of giving and receiving, of sharing fun times with family and friends, and learning how best to endure those members of your family, who, at some point in your life you’ve secretly prayed to, one day, not be related to – not in public at any rate.
I believe in Santa. Party Poop that.
Know that you will never receive anything unless you believe. Not happiness, not material gain, not friends (outside of the electric friend generator) and definitely not presents.
So yeah, I’m reflecting a bit early this year. Hell, this year was so special I was reflecting since March.
Reflecting on what I’ve achieved this past year, how my plans have panned out or not, the wagons that I jumped on and those that i was violently thrown off. Reflecting on the experiences that I enjoyed, but would never in life do again. On the goals that I’ve attained and the ones that no longer fit into my life script. Giving thought to those individuals who I have had the privilege to meet – those who have helped me unveil a landscape that I’ve neither seen nor experienced before, and who I’ve been sanctified to finally depart ways from.
Hallelujah and Amen.
Departure from what was once good, but has over time become rancid and toxic is good all the time, and all the time it is good. It’s like a fantastically yummy nugget of self-renewal; a guilty pleasure. The euphoria associated with finally being able to put down that knapsack full of porous, limestone rock that you’ve been carrying around on your shoulder blade for a minute, only to discover that you never, ever in life have to pick it up again.
Relief!
There’s some good to grating a barrel of limes after all. For in the end, no matter how haphazardly things are thrown in the air, all must fall and settle on the ground once again. I am most appreciative of the fact that no sharp objects collided with me on the way down.
There’s lots to be thankful for in this life.
I am thankful for my lemons; all of them, for it is because of them I know who I am.
Pieces.
be Freakin’Fabulous