Slouching into 2014

I've been a real grump lately.

Do any of you imagine January 1 as being transformative? Like, not just I'll try to break a bad habit life changing - but - I will wake up on Jan 1 with a fresh slate, no past, and everything around me will suddenly be perfect?

Because that's how I think. And let me tell you, Ryan Seacrest, the NYE fairy, did not grant me all my wishes when the ball dropped. I woke up on January 1, 2014 in the most beautiful house I've ever had the pleasure of staying in with family and food and warmth and I realized with a grimmace: yup, still just me here.

I'm usually a fairly positive person (yes, yes, despite the worrying and the anxiety). I believe things will change for the better. Maybe it's my sudden drop in Vitamin D after living in Miami for two years but I just can't get out of my funk.

I'm full of grumpy, ugly feelings. I'm jealous (I want to own a house too!), resentful (I want to leave the house and have fun too!), and seriously full of deep bastions of regret. I've never really regretted too much so this is the one that has me thrown through a loop. It's an endless loop where I revisit my 20's with loathing and disdain instead of looking back on them fondly as fun and ridiculous (like I usually do) - why o! why didn't I save more money? why o! why didn't I concentrate more on a career? why o! why did I look at office jobs like they were riddled with scabies? why o! why did I need to spend an absurd amount of money on clothes and alcohol while taking in loads of student debt and working retail?

Now, when working is harder to do (Lil' D) and life is more expensive (Lil' D) going to get another degree everytime I hit a road block in life seems totally absurd. Who was advising me on these decisions!? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

I just want to blame and cry and hit.

I know the past is past and all we can do is work on our future. Blah. If you can accomplish this I will just add you to my jealousy list!

So there. This is me in the beginning of 2014. Not a transcendent, organized being who had written all their thank you notes. Nope.

Just.

Me.

Same 'ole me. 

Its been a long, hard winter for Daisy. She misses her shorts.

In a not so distant past your faithful author Daisy was a poet. The other day I was reading an old book and happened upon a little ditty I wrote one spring tucked away as a bookmark. The poem reminded me that winter, although depressing and mind-bogglingly long might be necessary so that spring and summer are all the more lovely.....Hope you enjoy (and don't worry, I won't be posting poems often)


After Months Of Winter

We will undress and sleep
under white cotton sheets.

You like to use my blue linen shirt
for a pillow. I like open windows,
how the smell of lemon and sea mix
with your slow, timed breath.

When I wake up I will melt butter
for the artichokes in a teacup,
place your blood oranges in a bowl,
come back and graze your nose,
sip the salt off your shoulder.