…is very simple. Sentiment. One word, that’s it. To be more specific it’s my inability to handle the existence of sentiment for the ghosts of Christmas past. Someone needs to password lock my email and put a breathalyzer on my phone and force me to drink enough that I’d have to pass it to gain access. If all that fails I need someone to keep an eye on me to physically restrain me from breaking my own rules. Nope, the Holidays are a tremendous weakness for me and I the whole bit about forgiveness and love and all that stuff really gets to me.
Damn you Holidays. I love you and hate you at the same time. Sigh… here’s to making it through without slipping up.