I’m sorry about my rant in yesterdays blog. To be perfectly honest, I’m more sorry about having indulged in some inconsiderate ranting. There was and is a grain of truth about how I feel within it. Beyond that though, I ranted to shake myself up and switch gears.
I get sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. Every once in a while, I have to stomp my feet, shake my head and start running in the opposite direction. It dispels the ever deepening mire that I find myself wallowing in. A rant helps. Especially if it’s a rant that has absolutely nothing to do with the hoo-hah that I’ve imposed on my psyche.
Most people do this in the privacy of their own cars – on the way to work – with the radio up too loud. I do it here – this year, anyway.
Yesterdays rant served its purpose. It shook me out of my well-constructed funk. Not that I’m all purposeful and filled with clarity, but hey whatever. I’m getting on with it.
And, I still hate Christmas advertising in November.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… Sheepish confession – I have discovered more tolerance for Christmas hoo-hah before November. I give credit to my rant.