Holiday Blues

If fame is a hideous bitch-goddess, then Christmas is the goddess of guilt.  Oh yes, another holiday season is upon us.  Rather than mistletoe and rubbed noses, there’s just a mountain of guilt and a valley of frustration.  The mountain (in theory) is a snow-capped one and the valley plays host to a river of tears that I like to dip a toe into, if not for any other reason that my own self-destructive nature.  I’m well aware that sometimes I am a masochist, indulging the depressive side of me during the season that boasts such mirth and good-spirit.  Nevermind the stress.  Stress I can deal with.  It’s the added stuff: the doubt, the emptiness, the worry, the lonesomeness.  Those are a little harder to shake. 

 Drive, Oxen, Drive!

One of my favorite headaches involves the humanitarian concept behind drives.  Blood drives, food drives, toy drives.  I understand the meaning behind giving.  I do.  I just wish that the nagging would stop.  Oh, I’m not a fuddy-duddy or anything, but it’s just that marketing overkill to induce people to give.  I mean if giving’s your thing then I’m cool.  You should have an option (it being American and all) and you shouldn’t have to be forced to crack open your wallet and spring forth the mighty green fount because someone else said so.  You should be able to pick and to choose.  I’m just saying…

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About Lisa Perez

Lisa M. Perez is a published poet, editor, copywriter, public speaker and artist. The co-creator of the first ever ArtSpace in Jersey City, member of IUOMA (International Union of Mail Artists), and administrator for an online Mail Art group, Lisa supports the arts and advocates for creativity. Her successful, Art Journal and "Notes from my Brain" series are ongoing projects that evolve with the artist. In addition to being an active blogger since 2005, Lisa scripts and edits copy for various online articles and videos. In September 2017, she was a guest-speaker and virtually chaired a YOGA Recovery meeting. In her spare time, Lisa studies, reads, and creates while maintaining a day job in a STEM field and being a full-time fur-mommy to her shih-tzu, Cher.
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