My ten day wear nail polish is chipping on the fourth day. Does that mean it has failed? I suppose there will be some paint on them in six days, though there will be even more chips.
Oh, the pretty, empty promises of packaging.
I've eaten Thanksgiving leftovers for three meals since Thanksgiving dinner. Each time they taste a little blander, colder and staler. They are aging, quickly and surely.
Oh, the sad short life of cranberry sauce.
It is still Fall according to the calender, but the temperature tells me it's Winter. Fall is dying in Winters birth.
Oh, the sad in between of seasons.
Now that Thanksgiving has past, the focus seems to have shifted to Christmas in full force. I don't know if I'm ready yet. I still have Thanksgiving leftovers.
Everything feels finished yet incomplete. I painted my nails for Tuesday, yet the remain imperfectly on Saturday. Thanksgiving has past, but traces of it's taste linger. For how long, I wonder? Christmas is coming in less than a month. Less than a month! Can you believe it?
Black Friday I went on Amazon and bought a bunch of Christmas presents. That was relieving. I love to give gifts, but only if I like them. If I feel I could not find the right gift or got the wrong gift for some reason, my joy is gone. It's a stressful thing, this perfection.
Holidays are hard. They demand so much of it. People take time off of work to celebrate, but I think celebrating has become even more draining.
Does it refresh you to break out of normalcy? In a way it refreshes me but I also feel as though nothing is normal. Some things can be done over and over on the same days, but nothing is ever really the same. Nothing.
Every day, every moment is a beginning and an end. Where did the beginnings begin and where is the end of endings?
Or is life truly that much of a circle?