The shortest day of the year is upon us, which means things are only going to look up from here. We’re also on Day 82 of the 182 Days of Terror, aka Winter in Maine, so we have almost reached the halfway point.
Of course, it wouldn’t be the first “official” day of Winter, if Snow Miser didn’t do something to celebrate the occasion. That being said, the temperature was 0 degrees when I awakened.
I guess if it’s going to be the shortest day of the year, it might as well be the coldest one, too. Way to multitask, December 21!
I would normally do a long run on Saturday, but I decided to hold my annual mandatory seminar on common sense this morning instead. That means I did an indoor workout after watching a few power point presentations on making smart decisions (there was also one on the horrors of frostbite, but I don’t know how it got mixed in with the others!)
Observant readers might pick up on the fact that I’m in a better mood that usual this close to Christmas. A gold star for that group. Perhaps you can place it atop your tree.
I’m so touched by the Christmas presents that keep magically appearing under the Snowman Tree on my desk at work.
At first, I thought it was the doings of one coworker, but it is now clearly a concerted effort by many. The other day, I was headed outside for my break. I passed a counter, and on it, was another present with my name on it.
So now the presents are materializing everywhere. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m loving it.
I was just remembering this morning, when I finally ventured outside for a walk to the library, that when I was contemplating this job change back in July, I was worried that I wouldn’t make any friends at the new position.
“What if they don’t like me?” I asked myself multiple times as I pondered my decision.
That turned out to be ridiculous. My new work colleagues are awesome, and the non-writing part of my day is much more tolerable.
This whole “Secret Santa directed at one person” incident is simply the whipped cream on a giant mug of Christmas eggnog.
My morale has also been buoyed by my new writing project. I’m trying to turn the blog’s Halloween short story into a novel, and so far, things are going well. I’m three chapters in, and the ideas are flowing like a runaway river.
Just like when I was working on my TV series (hoping to have some news to report on that project soon!), my thoughts are consumed with this story. I wasn’t sure if I could come up with enough to turn a 1000 word story into a novel, but I was so wrong about that.
New characters keep popping into my head, as do their detailed backstories. The characters have conversations in my head constantly, and I’m always scrambling to write down as much of them as I can remember, so they can be used in the novel.
Right now, my table is covered in post-it notes. Each one holds an idea that will eventually make it into this novel. Which reminds me, I need to buy more post-it notes.
I’m always happiest when I’m writing, but when you throw in a higher than normal level of Christmas Spirit and an unexpected anticipation for opening presents on Christmas morning, Modern Philosopher Morale is at an all-time high!
I haven’t even mentioned that Die Hard is on tonight, which means I can curl up on the couch and watch my favorite Christmas movie after a day of writing.
Does it get any better than this? Ironic that all this positivity should hit on the shortest day of the year. Take that, Snow Miser!
Do you do anything special to celebrate the Winter Solstice? (If not, might I recommend a viewing of Die Hard?)