|What I look like when it snows.|
It has been one week, one NPR visit, one photo shoot and one snowstorm since my last confession. I've been good, I mean, Santa's watching, so I'm on my best behavior. What? It's not Christmastime yet? Oh, we need to talk...
To the confessional---
I confess I've been listening to Christmas music for the last week and I make no apologies for it. I love it. I love this time of year and how I feel. I would guess that for me, listening to Christmas music is like another person's glass of wine, Xanax, one hour meditation. I do not know what is in Christmas music, but it immediately makes me happy, relaxed, and in this world where I feel connected with everything and everyone.
Yes, it is true. Christmas music is my drug of choice.
I confess my dreams have been incredibly interesting lately (well, to me). Because I know "dreams are the terrors of the breakfast table," I will only say that this has been my most interesting quote that came from a dream this week (I googled it and it seems it is not a real quote, but it was said to me in a dream)--
I dreamed that someone told me:
You can either focus on how thirsty you are, or how much water there is in the world.
(I think my dreams are trying to tell me something about gratitude and motivation.)
I confess I went to a very cool, funky, artsy, Seattle restaurant and walked into the men's room by mistake. Thank goodness for urinals being the big "Danger: turn back!" sign for lost, roaming women.
I confess I recorded a poem for NPR, then went to a photographer's studio as she was taking photos for a project or possible book on Northwest writers. I confess I had a bit of allergy eyes, but she is such a spectacular photographer, I didn't notice when I looked at the photos.
I also confess I like seeing photos of myself. I tend to be a little hypercritical of them, but I'm always curious to what I look like. I know, that sounds weird. But it's true. I both like and dislike having my photo taken.
I confess it is snowing in the Northwest and people lose their minds when this happens. It's like those freaking-out audience members during Oprah's Favorite Things show (gawd, I love those people).
Though a lot of people get angry and start kicking their cars, which is also much fun to watch.
The other thing I love in my small town is I get to see the teenagers come out of their homes, and I'll be honest here, we have some really nice teenagers who say hi to adults and I kind of love that too.
I confess the snow makes me happy. As long as I have food and warmth, and I do. Though our lights have been blinking, I'm happy looking out into the white yard, my to-do list garden covered, everything slowing down and staying cozy. Though if it continues like this, I'll be taking my daughter's neon orange sled tomorrow and hiking two miles to get my turkey. I so wish I was joking about this, but nada, this is the life of a country girl...