I continued my annual tradition of challenging complete strangers to boxing matches, and I am proud to say that I went 3-0 with one draw until the police arrived to break up the fun.
Apparently, the local authorities do not celebrate the holiday.
I also decided to try something new this Boxing Day. Rather than rushing back to work the day after Christmas, I took a little vacation. Now I don’t have to return to my desk job until after New Year’s Day.
Which gives me plenty of opportunities to box strangers, should I so choose.
My thinking, of course, was that maybe the Magic of Christmas wouldn’t fade so quickly if I gave myself a Christmas vacation. It always seemed to work back when I was in school, and life was a lot simpler then.
I mean, I hated doing all the homework at the time, but I’d much prefer that to having to pay bills any day of the week.
As you know, Christmas isn’t exactly the happiest day of the year at The House on the Hill, but I’m a big fan of the vibe that the season gives off. Plus, there’s that famous quote about insanity and doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
So I’m thinking outside of the box this Boxing Day.
I got to sleep in, which was very nice. I woke up to find Cali curled up on my pillow right next to my head. She had the whole rest of the Queen size bed to sleep on, but she chose to be right up on my skull.
I finished my library book, watched a little TV, and contemplated my navel.
Okay, maybe I didn’t do that last one. Yet.
I did have one uncomfortable bit of business to attend to as well. It kept with my line of thinking that I needed to stop doing the same thing and expecting things to turn out different.
I don’t want to go into detail, but it had to do with my screenwriting career. I received an email last night about one of my projects, and I decided I was tired of empty promises and blind faith.
It’s time to get $%^& done and move forward.
So I made my feelings known. I’m not sure if it will change where this project is headed, but it was invigorating to speak up, voice my displeasure, and feel like I was doing something to take some sort of control of this part of my career.
Maybe that’s why I did so well in my Boxing Day matches. I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, which in turn, made my left hook much more lethal.
I’m not a fan of change, but I’m told change is good. Here’s hoping that giving my life a little shake up will lead to positive things.
If it does, it will be a Boxing Day miracle!