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Hello! I’m not sure if you’re aware of it, but it’s already the end of the year. What the what??

If you’re new in these parts, the middle of November means that it’s time to round up a bunch of rowdies who want to send holiday cheer to one another through the post. By way of an ornament! (please insert jazz hands here)

It goes like this: You drop a comment on this post telling me you want in. I’ll close signups on Friday or when we reach the Preset Numerical Threshold of Sanity, whichever comes first, and start pairing everyone up. Sunday I’ll e-mail you your swap partner’s specifics.

I wanted to do a charity tie-in with this year’s swap, but I’ve had a bit of a hairy time over the past few months and couldn’t pull that aspect of things together. I have a plan in place, however, and the fifth annual swap will be a full go on the charity front.

If you’re not sure where you stand on all of this business yet, then go here and read up on previous swaps. I will tell you that when I did it on a whim that first time, I didn’t expect it to be a recurring thing. Also, I’m super-delighted that a sense of community has popped up around this whole deal, with people starting and maintaining friendships over one tiny little box sent from one home to another. I think that’s pretty dang neat.

It makes me want to hug the faces off of the whole internet, truth be told.

I will not conform to this world.

I will not let my experiences define me. I will, however, allow them to inform how I view others and how I make decisions. Being hemmed in builds a propensity toward risk. Risk is invigorating, even when you are pissing yourself.

I will not be defeated. I may experience defeat, I may feel it from time to time in every fiber I cart around on these bones. Character and empathy spring from life grinding away at you a little.

I just ate a good meal, and I’m sitting in a comfortable house. Neither the meal nor the home were guaranteed when I hit this world squalling. They’re still not. I need to learn to embrace this truth, and not panic when I am reminded of it.

The reality of happiness is this: You have your eyes open, you breathe, you look around and you are satisfied.
The reality of sadness is this: You have your eyes open, you breathe, you expect and you are disappointed.
The reality of creativity is this: You have your eyes open, you breathe, your brain itches and you scratch that itch with the movement of your pencil, your pliers, your legs, your imagination.
The reality of stagnancy is this: You have your eyes open, you breathe.

I will be happy, I will be sad, I will be creative; I will not be stagnant.

Destruction is the prelude to creation, everything is impermanent, and all things are possible, even the impossible. I’ve been doing the impossible my whole fucking life. Sometimes I am silly and forget.