I have to admit, despite my totally rational understanding that the Mayan apocalypse was highly unlikely, there was just the teensiest bit of me that was a little nervous...
But - I am thrilled to see that no stocking up on canned foods was necessary.
I spent last night not enduring an actual apocalypse, but attending a holiday party and bonding closely with a bottle of Grey Goose, making this morning somewhat of a vodkapocalypse.
One of the theories about the Mayan calendar was not that the world was going to end, but that there was going to be a rebirth. The world is going to endure a spiritual transformation, and that's what I'm hoping for.
I don't think I'm alone in feeling that there's been lots of ugly energy in the air lately. Bad things are haunting the collective consciousness and there seems to have been a general gloom hanging heavily around us.
As much as I hate negativity, I've unfortunately given into it recently.
I let a beastly spell of bad temper get the best of me several times this week, and I profoundly regret it. I've been ΓΌber emotional all month, and I haven't been in very good control of my emotions.
I've let petulance and impulsiveness run over me, and I'm desperate to turn over a new leaf.
I'm starting my New Years resolutions early. (Or late if you're asking any Mayans)
Through the bottom of my martini glass, I made myself a promise: I'm intent on opening myself up to this new cycle of energy, and ceasing negativity.
I'm determined to be less judgmental, and to be a beacon of positivity and patience.
Who new a French vodka could lead to such enlightened thinking?
So thank you, Ancient Mayans, wherever you are.
For whatever reason you ended your calendar, I think it's gonna lead to a new celestial mood that I am very much looking forward to. Even if I have to create it myself.
And thank you, chilled vodka.
You were totally worth the pain of this morning.
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