all of my shit in a bucket tossed sloshing about every year at the holiday without fail doubt the shit rises to the top a stench that remains from my past I carry the weight of my shit hoping it doesn’t spill out onto our carefully selected tongue and groove wood floors and my wife doesn’t scold me for dumping it everywhere without care of the stink or mess it leaves for her to clean up.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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Nice blog! XD
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Sometimes spilling it over in small doses is better than a big storm explosion.
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Sometimes it is and sometimes not , depends.
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It’s hard to know when
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Holidays can be tough, Jay. I always look forward to January. May your new year be filled with peace, creativity, and good health. 🙂
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Yes they can, thanks Diana. Same to you and yours. 🙏🏻
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Can relate to this feeling. Just the scenario is different. A strong piece of writing, Jay. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen 🙋🏻♂️
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Perhaps you should try and talk her into just putting up a manger scene as that is what the holiday is about. I have a lot of bad memories of Christmas, really all the holidays growing up. I don’t enjoy all the commercialism so a manger makes it easy and where the focus should be. Hugs and hoping things go better this year. Hugs to you and your family. ❤️🤗🦋🥰
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Thank you, joni
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You are very welcomed. Good luck, maybe Santa will take all the decorations when he comes except the manger.
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