The next few weeks (maybe even months) will be filled with more travel than usual. I'm headed out to our headquarters in California for one last meeting in my old role, and will likely be back out there for training in my new one come January. Couple that with travel for Christmas, and you've got me up in the air. If I had Photoshop, here is where I'd insert a picture of me seemingly flying through the air. Instead, I'll just allow everyone to imagine that for a few seconds.
Okay, you can open your eyes now. I'm still safely on terra firma. For a few more hours, anyway.
We (read: KB) have done a lot of our Christmas shopping, and are nearing the last few, hard-to-buy-for folks. I have never understood what exact quality makes someone hard to shop for, but it has always seemed like one of those "know it when you see it" kind of things. I was told that I'm hard to shop for, and I've allowed that worm to work its way into my brain. I think it may have something to do with me being rather practical, and gifts being inherently extravagant, no matter the actual size or cost. It's the distillation of a few things, all wrapped up with a bow. It's how much someone loves you, what they think of you, what they think you like, and what they think you need. So pretty much a gift can be seen as the sum total of a person's thoughts on you, and wow...that's a lot. When someone gives me something, I'm always appreciative, but I'm so humbled that I am not effusive. That may sound like a lot of BS (I like to call it philosophy), but I think it's how I really feel. When confronted with such an emotional thing, my practical side tends to take over, and I get all stoic and quiet. Maybe I need to work on being more ebullient when receiving a gift. I mean, smiling until it hurts isn't so bad and a few fist pumps in the air might do me good.
So watch out, Christmas, I'm going to get all kind of happy this year. Brace yourselves!
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