Holiday Cheer, Liz Style.

I should be packing but I'm writing.
I should be doing a lot of things I'm not but I don't and hence it makes me a loose cannon. Where does one find the balance between individuality and conforming to avoid martyrdom. I'm sure I don't know.
(don't get me wrong, I'm not striving for cannonization)

I'm excited because I'm moving again and as we all know, it's what I'm best at.
Let me tell you, friends, Christmas is a good time to move. All the decorations and lights along the road give you a real nice feeling to warm the cockles of your heart as the hours/miles/thoughts fly by. A good buddy of mine wrote a touching carol that sang something like this:

I'm all alone,
crying on the back of the bus.
I'm all alone,
Merry Christmas.

But I'm shy of being melancholy. I'd prefer to take a hit and keep on coming because I'm all about some righteous climax.


My Blue said...

left for theft
try the sky's
cry. why i?

sean said...

i'd ask where your off to but something tells me i don't wanna know. hang tough girl.

Butterfly Whispers said...

hope your travels take where the eagle soars, the water flows, and sun shines....and if you hits storms along the way....just keep looking up!

florecita said...

Not cool.
Well if your drive brings you this side of the Mexican border, you know where you have a reserved space under the stairs. ;)

Liz said...

heh..heh..funny you should mention...

florecita said...

Seriously? hey, if there's anything we/I can do, write me: mylittlestrawberry@yahoo.com.