your mood swings are kinda giving me whiplash

and thus is the story of my winter break. I’m really starting to loathe PMS and sappy romance novels made movies. Mood swings and vampire love are such wastes of time. I want to read the Twilight series but there are more important things I should read before I think about obsessing over sparkly vampires.
I am dispensable. All I do is dispensable. Something silly I realized yesterday on Christmas was that it’s not about me. It’s not about how many presents or cards are given to me, or whether or not my holiday is holly and jolly. It’s about Him. Not just making it about Him by completing a checklist of religious things to do/think about during this time…I do those things about twice a day now, and I wouldn’t doubt the small number of occurrences where I’m thinking or talking to Jesus these days. Much less talking about Him.
What is it about this season that silences me?
Why am I so easily distracted with all the things I don’t like about Christmas?
Unfortunately not enough people read my blog right now to answer that question for me. Therefore I feel free to be vague on the things I would like to complain about the holiday season
And also…I just thought of a New Year’s resolution, or just in general: When tempted to complain, pray! That would be awesome to catch myself complaining and pray instead. Cause I sure do complain a lot.