This hasn't happened for many years. I'm not sure what it's about. It's spooking me a bit. It's about the holidays. I'm actually looking forward to them! Not just accepting that it's that time, but completely getting grade school giddy about it!
Other than this pesky health issue, I am incredibly happy. Last time I felt quite like this, I think it was my birthday in 2005. Only...that was a weekend, this has been going on for about two months now and just keeps me all warm and smiles.
I have decided to only celebrate the joy of the holidays this year. I am not going to stress. I've been working on some gifts that may or may not get done. For those presents I do need to buy, I'm not going to drive myself nuts trying to find the most clever gift. I want to decorate my home and my office area so that I'm happy to be in those places, amid pretty lights and sparkly bits.
I will have a tree this year and I will enjoy picking it out and bringing it into my home. Then I will spend an evening with wine and decorations and either a holiday special on TV, or a jazzy holiday CD. I will light candles and I will prepare a Yule log that will adorn my table for the season.
I will not let grumpy things to spoil this for me. It may mean that I'll have to ignore, forgive, and laugh off a lot, but heck, that may just be the key to it all anyway.
First up, Thanksgiving. I cannot wait!
EDIT: What? Just because I had a minor meltdown yesterday doesn't mean I won't rebound in full today. I am made of optimism. I just forget now and then. Why do you keep looking at me like I'm slightly mad? I thought I'd proven that to y'all by now. I'm starkers (stark raving mad, and frequently nude). All the most creative sorts are, you know. It gives us our edge.