I went to pull out the giant bin of holiday decorations and…
I have no interest in it this year. I can’t entirely put my finger on why other than it doesn’t add much to my life…and only adds something more to dust. It just seems like fluffy shit to me now. Maybe it was something I used to feel the need to put up to fill some void. I don’t know.
The hubster is doing is psychiatry rotations this month. Perhaps he can offer some insight.
You guys, this is weird! I LOVE October. Halloween is my favorite. Shit man, I even wrote 2 blogs, 2 years ago that are STILL getting hits today.
I still love October, I still love Halloween.
I’m a pretty insightful person and if I were to narrow it down to a reason, it probably is that I don’t give a fuck anymore about how cute my decorations look to other people. At least right now. Prior to moving to Florida I spent a lot of time looking for more work and filling the time in-betweenÂ with projects. Some of those projects were crafts.
Have I ever shown you my dream craft room?
Oh wait. That’s not it. That’s my dream dresser.
I still love whipping out the craft drawer from time to time, but I just don’t feel the need to put things up for show. Is it a show? Who would it be for other than me and guests? Perhaps traveling to impoverished areas of the world reminded me that having perfectly arranged autumn leaves will no more contribute to my life than another Starbucks GrandeÂ Ice Coffee with soy milk (no sweetener). Maybe I’ve been Pinterest-ed out. Sure, you have lots of cool things pinned that you put up for the holidays, but that still doesn’t cover up what an empty, mind-numbing person you can be.
Yeah, I said it. You’ve thought it, too!
I can still feel the Halloween spirit without my sparkly skeleton hanging on the wall. I’ll still watch The Great Pumpkin on ABC and force the hubster to join me regardless of whatever game is on where they grunt and bash their heads together in helmets.
Last year, we were in Thailand and Cambodia for 2 weeks during December. I put up one lone, small, white, bomb-diggity Christmas tree in the middle of our dining room table and you know what? It felt so relieving!
Perhaps living in Florida contributes to it. It’s October and was 93 degrees today. It still doesn’t register in my grew-up-in-Michigan-and-wore-a-snowsuit-under-my-Halloween-costume mind.
I felt a bit guilty as I put away the decoration bin today. So one thing survived:
See. I’ve still got the Halloween spirit.
Just make sure to keep them straight as you dry your hands after pooping.