Those of you who have been checking in for the past few days will have figured out that I've been a bit consumed (and pissed) about politics.
I don't know how long some of you have been hanging around Meanderings and Muses, but if you've been here for a while, you'll know that I have a policy that I try to live by. But one, sadly, I seem to have temporarily forgotten.
I remembered it and I'm here to set it right.
The policy was that after I had a rant, thrown a fit, pitched a hissy, whatever you care to call it, I would follow up the negative with a positive.
Enough with the negative already - here's my positive.
I am addicted to office supplies.
Hmmmmm - can an addiction be a "positive" thing?
Well, it could be worse, right?
So, yeah - we're going to say, "yes, an addiction to office supplies *can* be a good thing."
Well - I mean, hey, look at all the pretty colors!
How anyone on God's green earth can pass by a box of crayons, or colored pencils, a book of stencils or - oh, my god - fountain pens with colored ink! Or, EEK!, a journal! Without at least longing for them, well, that just beats the heck out of me. Can you do it?
I am able to pass by some of these things some of the time. But, I have to say, if I allow myself to go into an office supply store too many days in a row, I am going to find myself to be a very weak girl.
And am I going to allow myself to feel guilty about it? Are you kidding?!
Not one iota.
Nope. Not one.
I'm going to pull out my crayons and my stickers and a bright shiny new journal and I am going to play to my heart's content.
That's part of the fun of being a grown-up - being able to play when you want. And take naps (or not) when you want.
I had forgotten - but only for a short little while - just how important it is to play.
Tonight I'm going to play.
Politics be damned.
I feel like coloring.
Where IS my crimson . . .