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            <title>Ummmmm....it's December, again, already?</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Let's just say that it's a bit of an embarrassment to realize that my last blog post was, well, last year. And I call myself a writer? In fact, I was even reprimanded by a nun (Sister Patricia Proctor) after our radio interview discussing my cd The Christmas Gift. She sent me an e-mail asking what was going on with my blog...and it's lack of content...she being an everyday kind of blogger. That was last year, too. What can I say? I didn't go to Catholic school, so her reprimand didn't scare me as much as you'd think. But it did niggle at me to get going. Call me a slow starter.<br /><br />It's not that I don't have thoughts to share...just ask my husband who is the poor soul that took vows to hear my ramblings for a lifetime. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. Day by day. Month by month. Year by year. Honestly, he's actually the one that should be writing the blog..."Here is what my wife has to say today..." He might actually like that. It would be an upgrade from gear schlepping roadie.<br /><br />I think the real issue, though, is my obsession over wanting to say/share/type just the right thing. It's a fairly debilitating perfectionist problem that I have to force myself to work through.<br /><br />So, this is step one. Just write something. ANYTHING. The exact same thing I have to tell myself about songwriting...a whole other issue that we'll leave alone until after the holidays. <br /><br />And speaking of holidays, this really is the time where perfection can tend to rear it's ugly head the most. This year I'm going to fight that like crazy. Jesus was not born in a super cute, clean, decorated guest bedroom where you could eat off the floor. He was born in stable. The Inn folks either didn't get the message that an important guest was on the way OR, more likely, they honestly ran out of time to get their ducks in a row like they had wanted. Still, hospitality is hospitality and the stable offer was the best they could do. And it was far from perfect, but it all turned our more than fine. And, really, who wants a nativity set that is just a simple guest room with a little door and bed? If there aren't animals to pose around the scene, I'm not that interested.<br /><br />I hope this Christmas brings you vast amounts of peace and joy and the chance to take the perfection thing down a notch or two. I need to go set up my nativity set...and count my blessings for our imperfect world.<br /><br />In Song, Cheryl]]></description>
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