love rollercoaster

December is always such an uphill struggle for me. I can’t wait to get through the Holidaze and by January, I’m delighted to get back to some kind of real life.

I thought about this as I absorbed my daily caffeine ration this morning (a large bowl cup of very strong coffee), and it occurs to me that the whole year is nothing but a repeating cycle.

January: Determination to avoid mistakes of previous cycle. Spring is on the way, la la la – hope and optimism!
March: BOING! I’m happy, hope you’re happy too! Spring is my favorite season, a time of growth and Great Possibilities. I find it most inspiring.
July: It’s good to be alive and on the river. A nice plateau to simply enjoy being. Besides, in Florida it’s too hot to really do anything else.
September: Hold up, whoa! I’m “insert age here”! I ponder my existence and am usually dealing with unpleasant truths.
November: This part may apply only to me but it has been my experience that most great crises of my life have begun about this time. If things are going to fall to shit, they will be in Full-On Fail Mode in November.
December: Season of Light at the End of the Tunnel. Optimism begins to return.

…and so on since I came into existential awareness.

So, yes, it’s nothing but love roller coaster, with swoops and dips, and not a little fear. The less romantic among you will probably say, “Ding, ding, ding, Seasonal Affective Disorder for $500, Bob!” but that’s just not as catchy and has nothing to do with this tune below, which is what started this post in the first place!

♥

“Let’s go slow, let’s go fast, licorice whip gonna whip your ass…”

peachy dewdrops drops

peachy dewdrops drops, originally uploaded by trista mack.

In this hour and time, everything is peachy.

oh hai ‘drangeas ;)

 

Oh hello

Two things have happened:

1.  tristamack.com will be live in 30 days or less.

2. I have moved my main blog to WordPress.

I have also made another post in less than a month from the last one.

Three! Three things have happened!

elementary beginnings

I want to write but I’ve so many ideas, its hard to get one out. I haven’t written for pleasure in a long time. When I was a kid, I wrote stories all the time. I even tried a small “novel” when I was in fifth grade: a heart-wrenching tale of the girl who moves to a new neighborhood, gets teased horribly then through her wit and charm, gets accepted. It filled the whole of a green and white composition book and was lavishly illustrated in No. 2 pencil.

My mother always told me I was no trouble as a child because I was able to amuse myself. I lived a lot in my head so I didn’t have time to be a nuisance.

A lot of my first stories were based on old Betty Cavanna books I got from the library at school or the Donna Parker my mother brought me from swap meets. “Donna Parker In Hollywood” was my favorite – so glamourous to my 10 year old brain! Its probably why I retain a fondness for perky vintage girls names to this day: my stories are still peopled with Trixies, Daisies, and Betty-Jeans.

Or they would be if I was writing any.

So the independence of Donna Parker got my dreams of Independence started. I always dreamed I’d go to London like Chrissie Hynde did – you know, drop out of college and bum my way there, with nothing but a notebook and my charm. Of course, Chrissie Hynde kind of fell into a sweet gig at the NME and there was that whole Supermegastardom With Awesome Band thing, too. I don’t know that my charm would have got me that far. I did get to London, though as a tourist and not the Sparkling New Thing I thought I’d be.

In spite of my dashed hopes of youth, I have maintained the idea that I can write. I started a LiveJournal in hopes that I’d write more. Alas, I was sucked into the Community and soon began posting song lyrics and quiz results, neglecting my original purpose in Bringing My Message.

I have the skills to bring it but as yet, I’ve not figured out what “it” is. More on this story as it develops.

Thank you…drive through.