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As I've mentioned to a couple friends, I feel as if I've been floating (not unpleasantly) in a timeless state for about a week(?) now. What changed? I don't know if it was that entire night of lucid dreams or that I was praying about the angsty feelings I was having about "my-life-is-not-where-I-want"-itis. I'm good right now. I have such a marvelous life here on my little part of Earth: I have more more more than enough. There is a huge list of what I'd like to do in my life, and that is up to me. :) That used to only scare me. Now it does that, but sort of exhilarates me as well. If I want to go skydiving, all I have to do is save the money, take the classes, and DO IT. I think this is what I'm getting from this timeless feeling: if I feel, for a while, that there's no time, I'm not worrying about it, and I can really think, without it being tinged all over with sadness & anxiety. 'Cause I'm done with that. I might have to work on it every day for years still; everyone has to, and should work on their life. You come out a bit stronger, and with things a bit clearer each time.
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SO, I'm supposed to write everyday about Christmas. Yes, it is more than a month in advance. My cousin put her tree up two weeks ago! ;D It is genetic. Mom & I cut out, decorated, and baked gingerbread women today. I might have spent excessive time on mine, but I like it that way. I gave some little saris with a butter knife (squee). I need a way to make them perfect. I'm thinking paper stencils to sprinkle the coloured sanding sugars into...because lining up the long hundreds & thousands into clothing outlines takes a very, very long time. ^_~
☆33 Days Until Christmas Eve☆