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.