If you hate the taste of wine, why do you drink it till you're blind

I am thinking of the Tom Petty song where the line goes: "the waiting is the hardest part.." This always seems to creem up in my head as very true in so many situations. Now as I sit and wait for some sort of response, whether good or bad, for one of my recent submissions to a gallery, the songs rings true. However, (I begin now to start to have a debate with myself inside my head) the waiting really is NOT the hardest part. In fact, I think if it meant not being rejected, sometimes I might rather not know. While this is not always my wish in life, closing doors can, in their cliche'-like: when-a-door-closes-another-one-opens sort of way be good, and needed.

Now in this fragile winter twig like way, any bird that sits on me too hard, i might fracture and give it all up. Not really, but the drama is inspiring to me. (How can my own self-invented drama inspire me? I need help)

Some Bright Eyes food for thought on this winter-y December first Monday: