i never do. i have the stuff - i have more than i could possibly need, and i have ideas - tons of them, too - but i don't have time. i don't have a husband and i don't have kids and i don't cook if it requires more than a couple of ingredients, and i'm not a great housekeeper, but i still don't have time. i am never caught up and i don't know how you women who get caught up do it, and really, i don't want to know, because it makes no nevermind because what works for y'all ain't gonna work for me and i am done with pretending.
so i bought christmas cards today. well, actually, the ever-wonderful michael bought them for me; i tossed them up on the counter with all the stuff he was buying and lickety split, just like that, they were mine, and i feel gosh darn good about it. i may go buy another box just in case. i may buy a christmas present while i'm at it, even though i've been pretending to myself that i will make those also. (my mother informed me she didn't want anything handmade and she especially didn't want anything with any damn buttons glued to it or sewn on; she'd had enough handmade stuff when she was a child and poor and walked miles and miles to school - which, i have to admit, is true - and she wanted store bought stuff.)
i continue to get lighter. i remember last year, or maybe a couple of years ago, writing about being tied down to earth and not quite being able to get away, about being tethered, at least i think that's what i wrote, if not i should have, and here i am finally doing it. it was a slow process getting to this point, but now that i am here, i am dropping things with wild abandon. perhaps not wild abandon - i can feel y'all rolling your eyes - but i am dropping things and not looking back, at least not much, and for sure with no regrets, with only smiles and a hand over my mouth to contain my laughter.