Journals, and Stickers, and Pens - oh my!

Those of you who have been checking in for the past few days will have figured out that I've been a bit consumed (and pissed) about politics.

I don't know how long some of you have been hanging around Meanderings and Muses, but if you've been here for a while, you'll know that I have a policy that I try to live by.  But one, sadly, I seem to have temporarily forgotten.

Temporarily!

I remembered it and I'm here to set it right.

The policy was that after I had a rant, thrown a fit, pitched a hissy, whatever you care to call it, I would follow up the negative with a positive.

Enough with the negative already - here's my positive.

I am addicted to office supplies.

Hmmmmm - can an addiction be a "positive" thing?

Well, it could be worse, right?

So, yeah - we're going to say, "yes, an addiction to office supplies *can* be a good thing."

Well - I mean, hey, look at all the pretty colors!

How anyone on God's green earth can pass by a box of crayons, or colored pencils, a book of stencils or - oh, my god - fountain pens with colored ink!  Or, EEK!, a journal!  Without at least longing for them, well, that just beats the heck out of me.  Can you do it?  

I am able to pass by some of these things some of the time.  But, I have to say, if I allow myself to go into an office supply store too many days in a row, I am going to find myself to be a very weak girl.  

And am I going to allow myself to feel guilty about it?  Are you kidding?! 

Pffttt!  

Not one iota.  

Nope.  Not one.

I'm going to pull out my crayons and my stickers and a bright shiny new journal and I am going to play to my heart's content.

That's part of the fun of being a grown-up - being able to play when you want.  And take naps (or not) when you want.

I had forgotten - but only for a short little while - just how important it is to play.

Tonight I'm going to play.  

Politics be damned.  

I feel like coloring.

Where IS my crimson . . .