It’s December 26, the flimsiest day of the year. You can see right through it. And you don’t like what you see. A day that follows the most overhyped day ever. The fall into the 26th is always the same. You look around the house with a dull eye, a fat belly and greasy hair. You do mental penance for overeating the day before. You may possibly have overspent and your fondest dreams did not come true. Thank God this is a flimsy day. You are lucky if you are not coughing or sneezing. Lucky if you slept well Christmas night. I was born with a healthy mistrust of superficially induced feelings. Ah, I feel better for having expressed that.
Now I can get back to what I was born to do. Overcome doing and just be. December 26th should be named National Beingness Day. All wacky outfits, including those on cars, should be banned. No fruitcakes shall be eaten. Nothing shall be returned but thanks and everything will be seen exactly as it is.
The postman won’t be bringing bills until Monday; the house won’t be cleaned until…whenever. And I shall be here clearing my sinuses and my head of what is called the most wonderful day of the year. That slot is still waiting to be filled.
I would like to thank all of you who have bought my book and supported me in the journey of writing from the heart. Because of you, my black little heart is sometimes almost beatific.