Christmas Eve.

It's christmas eve...no shocker there about how quickly this all happened. It all kind of esculated really quickly from "Hey, it's exactly one month till christmas" to this.

It's pretty though. I love how the christmas tree lights create a surreal ambiance.

The gifts are already under the tree...we like things set-up around here. Although, how Santa got through our none-existant chimeny is a mystery to me. I think he's more conventional nowadays...what with using sliding doors and the occasional window.

Speaking of conventional...

We had a marvellously UNconventional christmas eve dinner...simply asia complete with great wine and christmas balls.

The real fireworks show is only tomorrow you see. Why ruin our gnawing hunger with a great meal tonight when we're going to walk away from lunch tomorrow more stuffed than the turkey we just ate?

It's all very logical.

So...turkey, gammon, crayfish and the rest of ethiopia's food supply in hand- im embracing all things merry, festive and cheery tomorrow.

Have a great one.

Mirror Image.

Mirrors are funny things.

There's no hiding from yourself in a room full of them...every bit of your present and obtainable existence staring back at you from every possible angle.

It's almost like stepping in front of a mirror gives us some unprecedented right to pass judgement on ourselves...as though that obligation to "Love ourselves for who we are" doesn't exist.

I suppose we all get to want things. You know...all that stuff like being smarter, better, faster, stronger...that stuff we pretend we don't yearn to be. That stuff that we so often try to change and, with some exceptions, eventually go back to hating.

But guess what...every one of us has something that someone else stands in front of the mirror and wishes to have or be.

Doesn't that make you feel a little better?

There is something else though...something that scares me more than seeing someone in the mirror that I want to be. It's just the opposite that scares me in fact.

What happens when you look in the mirror one day and have to question who the fuck you are? What happens when you dont know who you want to be? What happens when you...just dont know?

It's uncertainty and doubt that scare me.

But could it be that rotating the mirrors may just be easier than actually answering those questions?

Perspective.

Do you ever stop to think about those cross-roads that we inevitably come across in life?

You know...those ones that pop up every time that we are forced to make a decision that would ultimately involve more than one specific outcome; or the ones that solicit an answer from us...as though we really have any clue as to which direction we wish to head in next.

Or even those that leave our world so inverted that we want to go back to that place that brought you to this perplexity in the first place.

Sometimes I think it really would just be easier to go back. Maybe do something akin to a life sized u-turn, hit the gas and set right my past of so many mistakes and wrong-doings.

Wouldn't that just be such a weight to lift off one's shoulders? Knowing that you could re-live situations in which we've left people hurt, hating and haunted. Wouldn't it be so great to know that all of those stupid mistakes could disappear into something like a void of things that never happened.

But here's an equation I want you to think about....

Take a person...any one- seeing that we've all made mistakes- and think about their life. Now think about all of the mistakes they've made and people that have come and gone. Now minus those two things from their life. What do you end up with?

You'd end up with a different person.

If you really consider it...our mistakes are the very things that make us who we are. True- they are often best left not praised but if we dont make them then how will we truly learn?

Acknowledge who you are now and embrace the choice of which road to travel because more often than not; you're going to be left with a better understanding of life.