Poem: Giving Up

The problem with being a perfectionist is that nothing ever gets done ... I wrote this a few days ago, maybe a little over a week & had intentions of going back to polish it up & didn't. But it's not bad even as a first draft. And cobwebs were starting to develop around here ... I'm in a better mood now, but wasn't at the time:

Giving up hope
That anyone will ever understand
Or simply hold my hand
And say things will be alright

Giving up hope
That I will ever find love, or peace
Or contentment, or sweet release
And someone to hold at night

Giving up hope
That I will ever be a part
Of something else, instead of apart
From everyone, in any light

I've got some other ideas to get some more posts flowing over here, but I'm thinking they may not come to fruition until after all this holiday mess. I've got a lot of baking to do this week, so I know I'll be busy trying to fit in normal stuff, let alone new things.

I've got 2 batches of cake balls to make, 2 batches of what I've taken to calling fruity foldovers, both of those recipes for the family cookie exchange this weekend. And then 2 batches of PBB cookies - Peanut-Butter-Butterscotch which is my required dessert at work LOL, I get in lots of trouble if I switch it up with anything else. Plus a hair appointment on Wednesday & and going Thursday to cookie-cut & bake with grandma like 5 or maybe 6 batches of sugar cookies for frosting on Saturday. Cookie pics will show up on MSLP if I remember to take some before eating everything LOL =)

Thanks for reading

~Colette