I want to wish my dear followers a very happy and joyous Christmas.
I've had the worst week. I have a part-time retail job; and I'd pretty much rather die than admit how absolutely awful it's been this lead-up to Christmas.
Dear customers: If you throw it, or swear, or it doesn't fit you, or you're drunk, or you're stressed, or you're broke: I still have to deal with you're tantrums and guess what: I HATE IT. You've killed Christmas for me.
Numerous tears later, in the toilets, I forced myself to take stock.
I wasn't born here. Nor do I have to fight for my life. My sanity is my own. My family all live. We have stuff. Food. A bed. Beloved is safe and well; and IN MY LIFE. It might sound a bit 'Jolie', but I'm well off. I'm one of the lucky ones.
So, this Christmas, I'm going to be grateful for what I do have; and fear less, what I still need to create for myself, and my loved ones.
A trip to my spiritual home is on the cards, as is the on-going creation of the New World with my Beloved.
Thankyou all, for following, and commenting. For reading my bloody rants.