At my worst (and sometimes at my best) I can be a terrible procrastinator. Tonight I am working on a big order that could have been done in small parts throughout the week, but I chose to relax, wallow in some sadness I've been feeling, sleep, try to maintain order in my house. And it got me singing to myself - glue. stuck to my shoe.
So tonight I cut ten sets of teeth, eyes and claws and got myself unstuck. I figured I may as well get my blog unstuck while I was at it. This month has been a roller coaster of social events, fun outings with friends, quality time with family, shopping, wrapping, decorating, playing and lots of working. And my blog got pushed to the bottom of my to-do list. It's back up at the top! I have so many things I want to write about, and they will be written soon.
In the meantime, I'm putting up a little plaque that my grandparents got me for Christmas. It reads: Every day a new story begins. I can't wait to share my stories with you as the new year unfolds.
P.S. "Glue. Stuck to my shoe." are lyrics written by Tori Amos, my hero.