Working at a video store was like a balloon that was being inflated and tied off, given to a child. It was fun, and I wanted to have the job so bad, and it was a great opportunity for me to try and broaden my scope of film knowledge. What ended up happening after time, was the fact that I grew tired of such things and the balloon began to dip and shrink with time. It no longer would stay afloat, and pretty soon it was on the floor forgotten, and I was saddened by the state of my position. Sure I wasn’t wearing a vest, but I was close to putting one on…I left when there was no more for me to do, and I was moving to Seattle the next day….

As for the christmas rush, It’s all over. I was on overload emotionally for a few weeks with anticipation, and then it was all done. I am spoiled. I received all sorts of cool things, books, dvd’s, some cd’s, and some other cool things that were a surprise to me.

I also generously gave my family all that I could give them within the range of my budget and it was all great.

But now the tree is taking up space, the needles are all over the floor, no longer covered by the scores of presents underneath it, and I wonder why Christmas is my new balloon. A hoax of a holiday really, but my faith sustains me when I begin to nag at the meaning of it all.

It snowed here in Seattle yesterday, the moment surreal that Christmas was truly here. I watched “A Christmas Story” again, it was nice to have some time to rest.

I’m back in action today though, and just like a snap of the fingers I’m at attention ready to work. It’s an odd reality, but a shortened week is welcome. The balloon has burst though, and Christmas is over.

I had a good time though, and I’m content. Contentment is the key to it all…