Nothing but nothing is prepared and it's almost (gasp) December. This has never happened before. At least, if it has, I have blanked it out. I have a few stocking fillers. I have a list of possible gifts to buy. I have a box of Christmas cards and some silver bells to attach to the presents I haven't bought yet. But that's it. What's wrong with me?
We all get caught up in what we put in to our bodies, what will benefit us, what will help us function in a physical capacity in a more effective way, and that's fantastic... I really believe a healthy body is a happy body. Yet we neglect the most important and empowering part of ourselves, our mind.
Nobody has sung at me. I wasn't woken up with gifts, or breakfast in bed. I doubt there'll be a cake, unless the cafe at work decides it needs to use up all the eggs before the weekend. I'm going to work, and I'm continuing on with my day. But I am celebrating. I am celebrating harder than I celebrated my 21st birthday.
I admit, when a boyfriend of four years and I broke up, I wasn't a glowing example of positive willpower. Although we made the sensible decision to delete each other from Facebook, that didn't stop me from occasionally having a peek at his limited profile and descending into a self-inflicted pit of despair.