The holidays are the toughest time of year for a lot of people. I don’t make myself an exception to that rule. This will be my first holiday season alone. I can already feel the dread of it creeping in… like one of those spiders that takes up squatters rights in your home when autumn hits. Around this time of year my grandmother and I would usually just spend quiet days together. We’d watch whatever we could find on TV that wouldn’t remind us the world outside was still unraveling.
I don’t think there’s much more I can say about my mindset at this moment. I’m doing my best to look forward to the coming year. To see it through an optimistic lens that may grant some small measure of clarity.
Oh my goodness… what a bummer this letter is turning out to be. Sorry. As I said… I’m not immune to the heaviness this time of year offers. So let’s get on with some of the good news. I’ll be hitting the road in January ( I know right!?! Why are you touring at such wretched time of year, Shane? Because… I got shit I need to say).
So what’s on deck for poem of the month, Shane? Well, I thought about doing something festive, but I’m just not there. So I thought I’d offer up something about the disguises we wear. I’m not talking about Halloween costumes, but rather the way we change who we are to fit the needs of others. We take it upon ourselves to become an advertisement for who people want us to be. It can take a long time to walk away from that self imposed prison, but sometimes it’s exactly what we need to do when we finally realize we have to fight for who we really are. This month’s piece is called The Costume Party
I wish you all a safe, and happy, holiday season. Many blessings in whatever you celebrate or don’t. Remember to be compassionate with yourself through any difficult days ahead, and I hope to see you in the new year. Thank you all for your continued support.