I spend a lot of time trying to figure out what I enjoy about the holidays and what makes me ball up in the fetal position around the holidays. I think I have narrowed it down to a few key features.
The anxiety that eats at my soul is gnawing on me again. I am not sure whether this phenomena is related to culture, astronomy, physiology or psychology, but it is clear that there are triggers that manifest themselves, and cause me great embarrassment, discomfort and disappointment.
Snippets of things that helped…
Finally went thru and edited most of the Pics from Australia (Travis’ at least)
Waiting for our flight to L.A. in Brisbane….2 crying babies have been spotted. Gonna be a long flight.