I am so stoked about the holidays. A lot of people sort of dread them. The cliches, far as I can tell, involve dreading seeing family, dreading spending money on people you rarely see, dreading spending time around people you don’t really care to see, yada de yada. Not me, man. I can’t wait to see my family. This is why.
The past three years, I’ve been working my butt off. Been busier than Justin Bieber’s bodyguards in a mall. (Ignoring, for the sake of that metaphor, the fact that no way the Biebs ever actually goes to a mall.) Writing, writing, writing, hustling for more paid work, spending days at a time in front of my computer, drinking too much coffee, typing until my hands cramp and my eyes cross.
Spending way too little time with my friends and family. Seriously, it’s like I never see them. And that sort of sucks, because most of my family is only like an hour away, and so is my best friend, and yeah, we never see each other. It’s pretty lame.