I haven't started yet. I'll get to it eventually, I'm waiting for my husband to get moving on the shopping, I love wrapping. I don't mind spending hours wrapping and watching and listening to t.v. Maybe this year I won't even have to venture to the mall, a girl can only hope.
One phrase clicked for me and that was the idea that the occupy movement not only keep the conversation revolving around income inequality and the stagnation it spreads downward, living wage employment and getting corporate wealth and influence out of politics but also to set up an alternate convention that produces viable ideas and prescriptions to drive the conversation into policy. I know that the occupy movement is one that is going to take years, but what is going to keep the momentum going is the new out of the box ways, the occupiers will take to facilitate change. Washington D.C has become an ossified institution, it can’t move rapidly in response to the people’s needs with the GOP operating as the bloc of opposition to everything that resembles a lifeline to the middle class. We need the movement to shake things up and force people away from the all too familiar sound bites from the news media that doesn’t reflect what is going on, on the ground in America.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
Being 44 years old, I cherish the slowing down of time. I remember sitting in 6th grade in September and feeling as if it would take forever for December vacation to arrive. I long for that sense of time creeping by ever so slowly where a minute could feel like an hour. Nowadays I turn around and the month of November has gone and December apparently is doing the same thing. I would like to apply the brakes on the time train because Christmas eve is going to be here before I am ready for it.
Even thinking of my two children makes me want to slow down the clock, I would even turn it back to the time when they were both toddlers even for just a few hours. Their childhood went by so fast, it seemed to pass in a blink of an eye.
Easing up on the fast pace of life would be a most welcome change of pace. I have come to appreciate the anticipation of special events rather than the event itself. Once the event arrives it becomes nothing more than a memory and often it doesn’t quite live up to the expectation. Savoring the moment is a lesson that comes with age and experience. I definitely do not count the days to my next birthday like I used when I was younger and New Year’s Eve does not hold a special allure, honestly though, it never did, even in the past.
If I were to be gifted with the choice of speeding up or slowing down, I choose to be the tortoise rather than the hare.