New Year's Day is a mixed emotion holiday. For many, 2013 was no picnic and we are happy to close the books on the chapter. The tough year had many shining moments as well, if we choose to seek them. They are definitely days and hours we will never have again and are precious if only for their uniqueness. Several years ago, I had an epiphany about the whole post-holiday blues syndrome.
Maybe it's the undeniable alliterative appeal of Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer that makes him the most known or popular of all Santa's nine flying reindeers. It certainly doesn't seem as easy to come up with a similar catchy description for the others - Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen - as named in the song. The story of Rudolph whose glowing red nose made him
I think too much. Overanalyze, over-think, noodle too long. My dad observed this in me as a child. He said my brain was always whirring. I believe this accounts for my difficulty sleeping. When I try to sleep, I just keep thinking. Not fretting or worrying, just thinking. Dreaming small dreams, processing big ideas. I have always over-thought the writing process. Let me back up for the