Let’s Make it December All Year Round, Except with Sun Because If I Were This Cold All Year I’d Probably Cry

I really love December, and not just because of the tree and the lights and the music and the glitter.  (Although I do love all of that.)

I love it because in December I feel popular.  There’s always so much going on – parties and festivals and craft fairs and concerts and cheesy team-building work events.  It’s excellent and exciting.  Every single weekend I have things written in my little calendar book thing.  (I use that instead of a blackberry because I’m analog like that.)  And they aren’t just lame things like “dentist” or “chiropractor.”  They are fun things that make me happy when I think about them.

Even my chores are fun – write cards!  wrap presents!  sew things!  bake!  plan menus!

Why?  Why do we plan all the fun things for December?  April for example, is a very fine month to do things and see people.  Why do we never have this much fun in April?  I know December even burns some people out with all its eventfulness, but it just makes me realize how boring I am the rest of the year.

Ok.  So I think I’ve just decided I am going to have a busy April with lots of interesting activities.  Maybe I should start engraving invitations to things now.

With My Very Own Hands!

I believe in recognizing and accepting one’s limitations.  Obviously, progress can and will be made with hard work.  A lot of the time though, it’s just not enough.  Sometimes you have to face the fact that your dream is not something you are actually any good at.  This kind of self-awareness can save you a lot of heartache and, often, money.

I'm not this good.

Luckily, I figured out the things I wasn’t good at pretty early.  Otherwise, I would now be a frustrated artist.  I love the idea of being an artist.  I love beautiful things.  I am capable of being moved by really good art.  I have all these fantastic pictures in my head that I would love to replicate on paper.  (Or canvas, or whatever.)  But I lack talent.  More than that, I would go so far as to say my artistic skills are below average.  This isn’t modesty here; I know bad when I see it.