When I was a little girl, I loved the advent season and Christmas. For me, it was a magical time. . . plain and simple. But something happened as I grew up, and had kids of my own. Trying to create that "magical time" took the fun right out of the holiday. All that rushing around. All of the activity. All of the "obligations" (most of them self-created). All of the expectations (again, most of them self-created). All of that whining (or, as my Mom used to call it --- "the gimmes and the wants"). It started to make me want to . . . shut down and skip the month of December.copyright Anne Taintor
I think, rather than Skip Christmas Altogether this year, I'm going to try to Reclaim Christmas. For myself. I want to try to separate the elements of the season that drain my energy. . . from the elements that lift my spirit and make me smile. I want to get rid of the obligations and expectations I've created for myself, and reconnect with the things that, down-deep, make me happy at Christmastime.
So. It's December 1. I refuse to step into that Holiday Bobsled and go careening down the run - out of control - until the holidays are over. Not. Going. To. Do. It. Instead, I'm going to spend enough time figuring out what matters to me, and focus on those things instead.
Basically, this December. . . I'm going big. Or I'm going home. Plain and simple.