How did it already get to be December? How in the world did the year go by so fast that we are now almost face-to-face with the real start of the New Millennium?

Rhetorical and almost daily thoughts of mine, just lingering in the background, reminding me of this passage of time; causing me to reflect, which seems to be appropriate for the winter season, although I am sure it would feel differently if I'd grown up "down under." As it is, Springtime would just never feel quite right to me for these kinds of reflective pauses brought on by somber Wintertime.

I don't mind the season, just wondering about that old passage of Time. I've always tried to reject society's ageist conventions and still do, but I can see the mass consciousness is a powerful force, telling us at every turn how old we are, how we must defy age with beauty secrets, pumped up unrealistic bodies, etc. Phaw! I turn off the TV, the radio, skip over the ads in the paper and say "F*** all!" to the common beat; listen to my own, passing in what is for my highest good, as long as I don't get in the way.

Merry December is here!

katlaughing