Celebrating the holidays has exhausted me temporarily. The best I can do is resolve to renew my best freelancing efforts soon -- perhaps on my birthday.
But after this birthday I plan to change my celebratory natal date slightly because my efforts to reclaim it as a happy occasion have bogged down again. For three years a pal joined me on an Amtrak pilgrimage to Chicago, my birth city, but we must break this new tradition already.
This year we will stay in Milwaukee, marking "my day" with a visit to the Milwaukee Art Museum and a special dinner. Alas, we are too "broke" to buy the round-trip train tickets.
Next year I plan to move my birthday festivities to January 12. (The significance of this date may become a future blog topic.)
I imagine: Crows flying away while I try to capture their likenesses are showing me how to shift perspective to find unlikely shortcuts and new hideouts in plain sight, and demonstrating how to keep a distance from anything that could dash my hopes or co-opt my dreams.
Rainbow candy canes now decorate the Norfolk Pine living holiday tree alongside the free red and white ones from the bank, and this ornamentation suffices, this group of Madison, Wisconsin folks have decreed.