Moderation.
Not exactly the merriest of words during the month of December. Especially not if your brain –and Pinterest boards–are crowded with cookie exchange party ideas, holiday menus and pie.
I like pie.
Thanks to Barbara over at Just a Smidgen for planting the idea of pumpkin and meringue in my head. Yum. It haunted me excessively.
Some days I think I have moderation under control. Some. It’s a work in progress.
Take my very first diary. I’ve mentioned it a few times here. I keep this diary in a place of honor in my office because it has oh so many emotions packed into its tiny gold edged pages. Some of those words–many of which were written with a perfume pen (not kidding)–have the ability to make me laugh and cringe at the same time.
Boys are mentioned excessively.
Rob Lowe’s crush dedication page. There are many, many others.
Crush moderation wasn’t something I considered. Although on one page of my diary I wrote, “I’m tired of bellyaching about it.”
But then I went back to I heart boys.
Apparently this is also true for exclamation points. Admittedly, I still have a problem overusing them, but once upon a time, my indication of intense emotion had no boundaries.
Excessive punctuation.
In case you can’t read my handwriting, that diary page says, “Nothing spectacular happened!”
Of course, you know and I know, that exclamation points can be used in better ways . . .
Meringue topped pumpkin pie!
Cookie exchanges!
Holidays!
Love!
What do you think about moderation and the holidays? If you could pick one thing that deserves an exclamation point this holiday season, what would that be?
Have a fantastic day! (FYI that punctuation is from the heart.)
Coleen Patrick 