Spring came early (the cleaning part, anyway)

When things are falling apart I go through a predictable pattern. At first I get sad/angry, which leads to some moments of depression. I know it's my choice at that moment whether to feed it or tell it to shut up. Though I know the next moment will be relief as things work out somehow. They always do that. How do they know how to do that? Must be like fish returning to spawn or migrating birds. They just know how things are supposed to be.

So here's a standing message to that weird second bit I have after I don't get what I expect; you are evicted. You never really paid rent and you kept me up at night with your noise. The whole community is unanimous. Effective immediately. It's harsh, maybe, but fair.

So what do I do with all that extra space I have left? I guess I'll start by renovating. Maybe make that my work-out or writing space. I've always wanted a space devoted to one thing. I have a desk, so it's decided. That's my new writing nook. Phew. That was a lot of work for one morning.

Halfway through the dark

I'm not rightly positive what I am trying to accomplish with this daily blog. My initial idea was to slightly mock the Chicken Soup books and entertain some people with my humor. I don't seem to be infusing quite as much humor into this as I thought I might. However, the winter kind of has that effect on me. I think it's the Oregon sadness. With the dearth of sunlight and abundance of cold weather, I can really see why certain animals hibernate. I've been doing quite a bit of that myself.

This is different from a journal. I'm not really writing to myself or some other imaginary or future person, but to the cloud. I guess I'm writing for myself instead of to myself. I had no real plan when I sat down for this post and am happy at the discoveries made. I had a much better plan of attack with notes I wrote last night in bed on a torn out daily calendar page. Consider those scrapped for now. I want to incorporate comics into this blog as well, much like Chicken Soup.

I am opening myself back up to life and the world (and this blog thing). I watched the Doctor Who Christmas special this year, their version of A Christmas Carol (it was fantastic, by the way). In it a character references that about this time of year on every planet, all of the people stop what they are doing and celebrate the light in the dark, a sort of congratulations for being halfway through the dark. On this planet we saw the shortest day of the year a couple weeks ago, so we are definitely officially halfway through the dark. I like this idea, this crystal feast. I feel very halfway through the dark. I still feel the darkness and the cold, but something important changes inside when one is half of the way through with something. It's like I had previously hit the wall but now I'm back up and know that as long as I keep going I will be fine. More so than a few feet or days prior, depending on the system of measurement.

Happy over halfway. It's a kind of edge for the middle of things, and all the interesting things happen at the edges.