peace

 Now let me preface this post by saying peace is not a word that I usually associate with your's truly. Apparently it's been on my mind a lot lately considering I just made 2 giant light up peace signs for my store's Christmas windows. Peace is a word that is usually associated with our world or what beauty queens wish for. Peace is not a word that comes to mind when I take a look back over the past 3 tumultuous years. Our economy, job searches, baby boys, endless working, relationships, these are not usually PEACEful topics, but tonight sitting here at my desk writing to you, peace is what I feel. Dare I hope for better times? The past few months have been really nice. Oh Lord, I really I hope I am not jinxing myself. Slowly I feel doors opening again and that makes me feel peaceful. My bills are mostly paid and that makes me feel peaceful. My business is better than its been, yeah yeah, I know it's the holidays, but it's still better. I don't know maybe it's the Christmas glow that is making me feel all warm and fuzzy and I swear I've only had two sips of my wine. I just feel, well, peaceful. Could it be age? Am I suddenly so wisened now that I'm a few months into 41? Does peace only come the closer we get to death? Ugh, that's depressing. Of course talk to me in January when winter's doldrums have set in and everyone in this snow belt takes cover inside and my business slows to a turtle's crawl. I'm sure those posts will be a lot more morose for my misery loves your company. Anyway, let's not go there now. Now I'm feeling happy and positive and as stated peaceful. Christmas is making its merry way into my heart and home working its winter magic. My color wheel is slowly whirring away any lingering troubles. My vintage electric trees are subliminally blinking hope, hope. My big old light up star is announcing happiness with its giant colored bulbs. Now how can I or anyone resist all that merriment? For tonight, at least, I have my world peace. Goodnight world.