Christmas thoughts.

It is very easy for me to procrastinate this time of year. Even more so than normal. I tell myself that nothing is more important than the Santa stuff. This results in a lot of little daily chores getting way behind which then puts me in a blue funk because I can not turn a blind eye.

Now my Dad would say to us kids, "Laying on your death bed I bet you won't say, "I wish I had worked more." when you are like me and a lot closer to being there." This lecture occurred when we would get in a dither about doing stuff to keep up with the neighbors or some such at the expense of our own families well being.

What is really important in the long run? I have no clue. Where is the correct balance?

We have a couple of more 'Santa' gigs to go before we can relax. Family gatherings to go to or not, decisions, decisions. What is the weather going to do. Presents for all or some or not? ( I'm am voting for 'pet rocks' this year. Works for me!)

My dirt bike needs some work and the last really nice riding days are passing quickly.

That is a really puny list of things to gripe about. :::: sheesh :::::

Back in the day when the money was gone, I was taking my circular saw to the pawn shop, was riding a old cast off 10 speed bike to work and the bills were such that I was just getting deeper and deeper in the hole I was told that they would not shoot me. I would not starve. I would get back if I just kept plugging away. Over my life I have found that to be true twice.

One of the hardest things to learn was to say, "Thank you." and then shut up. No adjectives, no but's, no promises, no qualifiers, just "Thank you."

Pass it forward.

In AA there is a saying, "If you are busy helping someone stay sober, it is very difficult to get drunk."

No matter how far down I am, broke, out of work, just divorced, my child just killed, there is always someone who has it worse and even if all I can give is time or a single dollar, or a used item, or a kind word, my burden is lifted.

This is lot of preaching from the likes of me but I need to actually say it out loud once in a while because then it is real. All those things I just think of saying sound real good in my head but they carry no weight, have no meaning.

Thinking means nothing, only action counts and only action can show me the joy and goodness of my life.

This is out there now. I can't take it back.

I feel better already.