...winter becomes spring, spring is suddenly replaced by summer, summer gives way to fall, fall keeps fighting for a while, but in the end has to give in for the winter to come again.
With winter comes Christmas - and why is it that this so so lovely holiday that used to appear like a dream world at the end of every year, has now morphed into a week of reality hitting you with a smack in the face?
There is no other time during the year that I am so aware of the red numbers on my bank account, how low my metabolism really is, the imperfection of my usually picture perfect family (also my extended), and my oh so recurring and incurable procrastionation towards everything.
How will I be able to handle one more of these seemingly never-ending holidays...?
...to be continued...
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