I got a tarot reading in the summer of 2008, and the psychic said I'd start to pull my shit together in about three or four years. At the time, I wondered what would take me so long. But here it is, three-and-a-half years later, and while I've still got plenty that I stress over and that I'm sad about, and things I can't get quite right, I'm cuddled up on my couch on New Year's Eve pretty content. I even made the effort today to "fix" my mailbox, once again smashed into by the plowtrucks (I assume), before the new year begins, as a show of good faith to 2012.
So, sure, some of my shit may be only duct-taped together, but I'll go to bed tonight, after watching the split-screen ball drop, pretty content and with a Lions/Packers game to watch tomorrow, and chili to make, and a list of things to do after that which actually fit in with what I like and am good at. So that'll do.
I think duct tape is your answer for a happy and problem free life!
Posted by: Betty | 01 January 2012 at 03:48 PM
Sure hope so. I did get some wet mail after the mailbox repair, so at least that's back on track. Small victories. (P.S. Did I imply I was looking forward to that awful Lions game yesterday? Ugh.)
Posted by: Sweet | 02 January 2012 at 10:59 AM