So, this beautiful, yet COLD Monday is being brought to you by the letter “A” for “Apologies”.
I normally tend to stick to the humorous on this blog, but I have had somewhat of a heavy load of emotional baggage as of late, and figured here was a good a place as any to vent…
I have doled out and dealt with a RIDICULOUS amount of apologies over the past few weeks… tons, I swear. And for once, it’s not just me. I don’t know what it is about the holidays that makes us all do and say so many hurtful and regretful things! Is it the cold? The overconsumption of holiday cocktails? Just generally merriment turned malice in a split second? I have yelled at friends, been yelled at, confused, annoyed, spiteful, and generally tragic for almost three weeks now… it seems nearly every morning, there is an apology – via text, via IM, via phone call and all bringing with them that empty feeling of anxious apprehension… each person wondering if this has been the final dramatic blow to a relationship that a mere “I’m Sorry” won’t fix. I’ve cried and been a shoulder to cry on, and all of these scenarios have generally been wine-fueled and lead to the same destination – The Morning Apology… Hunter S. Thompson meets Norman Rockwell meets Coppola Wineries.
With that being said, I am turning over a new leaf on this beautiful, cold and sunny morning… this is a season for happiness and fellowship and friends and family. I will not dwell on the nonsense and will focus on the awesomeness that is the holiday season. With a Pinot Noir in my hand, of course.
At least my baggage is LV,