Picking up the Pace

December isn’t quite like other months, is it? It feels like there is a whole bunch of “Hurry up” going on, especially after Thanksgiving. It seems like I’ve only just made the last cold turkey sandwich and scarfed down the last of the mashed potatoes and here it is, almost halfway through December.

Adding to that, there are eleven holidays in December – almost 2 a week, if you spread them out – and the last one is the hinge of the turning of the year. A pretty significant moment, the culmination of everything that’s gone on before.

So I suppose that it shouldn’t be any kind of surprise to be feeling a subtle – or not so subtle – pressure at your back to move, get shit done, do ALL THE THINGS.

But December is also a time to stop and reflect. It’s a time for burrowing under blankets, thick clothes (especially socks), warm drinks and quietly watching the snow fall. Not that there’s much of that going on in my neck of the woods – yesterday it hit 60, and no, I’m not in the south, or the southern hemisphere.

Life definitely feels like it’s picking up the pace, but despite that, I hope that you can find the time to just stop and look around.

I think you’ll find that it’s worth the effort.

Thanks for reading. Be safe out there. Be Excellent to Each other – and yourself.

I’ll see you on Thursday.


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Crimson Whisper: A Wainwright and Holliday Adventure

Weird Wild West


Grease Monkeys

Predators in Petticoats