i love the holidays

but i love it when they are over so much more. it just feels more and more gluttonous every year. and then it's like- does anyone even really care? i mean really? if we just stopped exchanging gifts, would it be that big of a deal? i don't think so. i have so much shit as it is anyway.

and you know, i love my family i really do. i love being with them and it's very pretty down here in southern utah, but that does not stop me from being cruuuuaaazy. and i have to reconcile the fact that it's mostly me not being able to deal.

i am a bit of an old lady and i like things to be a)orderly and b)quiet. those things are difficult to obtain when you are not in your own space. and i mean it's not like i can't deal with it, but after a few days there are some things that really grate on my nerves.... like wearing pajamas.

you know what helps?


just keepin' it real.