Blogmas Musings: Hello December.

It’s officially the first of December, at time of writing in Scotland anyway. It’s already the second in some parts of the world and by the time you read this December could have been and gone.

I’m side tracking, December is here. I’m turning into one of those people who comments on how quickly the year has gone in - like elderly ladies at bus stops, I’m not sure if that’s a universal thing or a Scottish thing where we pass the time of day with fellow soon to be bus passengers by commenting on the speed at which time accelerate and how the weather of this particular season is vastly inferior to the years prior - back to my point, this year really has gone quickly.

I really do feel like not that long ago 2017 was a fresh new year and I was ready to tackle it with gusto and determination.

There is now a matter of days left of the year before the next begins and I’m wondering where it has gone.

Usually around this time of year I start to panic when people talk about being organised for Christmas and all the fun things they have planned. I usually turn into a big ball of stress because time runs away from me and I have to rush about to get everything I feel like I need to have done achieved.

This year I’ve decided I’m not doing that. Or rather I’m going to try not to do that. I know my Decembers are busy, I play in a brass band and I know that a significant portion of my time will be dedicated to playing music, I have a full time job and know that an even more significant portion of my time will be taken up with my working day.

I spend most of my day on the internet and can take what advantage I can of the ability or order online or click and collect at my leisure.

The people I love will be grateful for any presents I buy them whether I purchased them on the 7th of July or the 23rd of December.

This year, I’m going to enjoy the month of December, regardless of how busy I end up being, how grumpy the humans I encounter are, how grumpy I get or how I fed up I am of hearing the same sounds.

There aren’t many days left of 2017 and I attend to embrace the adventure I find in each one.

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