I’ll admit, typing my tongue-in-cheek title, has put Bey’s refrain firmly stuck in my head:
(I was always pretty good at earworming myself…)
But however happy I am to have an excuse to embed a diva-licious video into a post–and I am always happy to have an excuse and to do so–let’s take a moment for some real talk before I proceed any further:
ain’t NO ONE need to bow down to me. For any reason. I’m just plain, little ol’ me.
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I’m not one for making New Year’s Resolutions. But I’ve built up a handful of New Year’s traditions over the decades.
There’s the cliched gestures of celebrations — a good bottle of champagne, watching the countdown on TV, a shared kiss with Mr. Mezzo as one year turns to another. There’s also more idiosyncratic and introspective rituals — journal-writing, drawing a Tao card to discern the theme/intention for my year.
But however cliched, common, introspective or idiosyncratic, I have an entire bushel of New Year’s traditions that’s been a little bit off-track.
Because I slid into 2015 in much the same state I was recently bemoaning from so much of my 2014 experience: sick.
Clearly, I took a little blogcation over the weekend. I wish I could say it was because Mr. Mezzo and I were having a romantic getaway weekend (though we have one of those scheduled for October), or even because I was at one of my hard-working spiritual retreat weekends (though I have one of those scheduled for October, too).
The truth is just much much more mundane: I simply couldn’t get my head in the game.
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