My mission initially was to simply squeeze another week of enjoyment out of my beautiful tree. My mission everyday after that was to muster the time and energy to take the damn, beautiful, tree down. It’s down now. Good! Merry Christmas/Happy almost Easter to me!
Those of you who really know me are thinking, “that’s so Angie!” and laughing out loud. Good! Merry Christmas to you!
Those of you who don’t know me as well are thinking, “Holy shit, this woman still had her Christmas tree up? I had no idea she was this crazy. Okay, maybe I did. Man do I feel better about myself.” Good! Merry Christmas to you!
I’m going to miss that tree. It seemed to make visitors to the house feel better about themselves (for whatever reason).
Also, it was such a brilliant daily reminder that there is beauty in imperfection. And, I like practicing being perfectly imperfect.
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.