A Christmas Story: The Epiphany

So after Scrooge-ing for as long as I could last year, and milking (or nogging, if I may) my "woe-is-me" attitude for all it was worth, which wasn't very much, I've decided to like Christmas this year. It actually took a lot of effort to make sure people knew I chose to Bah Humbug instead of enjoy my young adult Christmas. I'm over that.

I realized my need for a change on Thanksgiving, when a simple song ("Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas") made me lose all composure...three times. So since I was starting the season being sensitive, I figured I might as well let it in, and let it out.

However, I do feel like I need to search for my own "meaning of Christmas" that may or may not have anything to do with cinnamon brooms, Hallmark original movies, mistletoe, snoap, buying shoes for sick mothers, salvation army bell ringers, or the origins of the word "yule".

To get the ball rolling, I've come up with a To-Do list, pulling reference from all good Christmas stories:

1.) Fall in love

2.) Cut down my own Christmas tree

3.) Rescue an animal that's stubbornly found its way to my back door, and thus, into my heart

4.) Win the lottery and give all, well....some of the money to a sick kid.

5.) Find my way to the North Pole

6.) Reunite with a long lost brother or sister, who's biracial or handicapped

7.) Get stranded in a snowy mountain cabin (and then do #1)

8.) Immaculately conceive

9.) Save Whoville

10.) Cover the entirety of my house in christmas lights

I'll be very busy this year...

OR I'll just be open to what Christmas has in store for me. I'll keep it posted...

Gratitude

Time to count my blessings.


Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for gorgeous, funky, elegant chandeliers. They're the perfect whimsy to shine light into the darkest of rooms. I want one in my bedroom.

Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for stove-popped popcorn. It's so much better than the bagged stuff. But not better than movie theater stuff.

Dear Baby Jesus, thank you a thousand times for Anthropologie, my favorite shopping sanctuary. Some people desire cars, others desire mansions, I just want an impeccable wardrobe
and timeless housewares.

Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for stick figurines. They understand the importance of simplicity.

Dear Baby Jesus, thank you so much for angelic, snow capped marshmallows. They're lovely. No wonder I was bribed with them while potty training (True Story). I understood their divinity at a young age. Oh my, is this picture an Anthropologie storefront window? I daresay it is. I rest my aforementioned case.

Thinspiration

My recent thin- spiration as of late would be from my adventure to the tax collector's office to get the title and registration for my car.

Allow me to explain:

Today I wore sinny jeans, boots, and a fitted tshirt. Other tax collection customers wore this outfit as well. How do I put this eloquently? Now, I'm not saying I look entirely modelesque in this outfit, but let me tell you, I looked straight of the runway in Milan in comparison to my contemporaries, to put it nicely. It was like being in a bakery, I saw so many muffin tops. I'm going to hell. This THINspired me to continue my plight to be thin and trim to be able to wear fashions, muffin top free.

That having been said, the total fee to title and register my car was....drumroll....

$465.90!!!!!!!!!!

And now I'm THINspired to not eat out. Or buy groceries. Or buy clothes I look bad in. Because I can't.

Okay, the part about the groceries is kind of dramatic.

On the flip side, my car is officially mine. Until I sell it and get all of that money back. So I probably shouldn't be freaking out that much...

...Okay, I'm fine.

Hello, November

Happy November. I think it's a good sign that the month started out with an extra hour. I'm glad it's here.

October stressed me out.