I know many people who dislike the Christmas holiday season. Some happen to be members of families that qualify as nutty and make their lives miserable, some have had truly awful, harrowing experiences in past holiday seasons they prefer not to remember, and some simply don’t get what the hullabaloo is all about.
Then, there are others who start wearing their jingle-bell socks and reindeer antlers right after Thanksgiving. These are the folks who decorate their cars and have houses that scream ‘Santa’s workshop’ or ‘The Christ-child is coming’ depending on their particular holiday bent.
Me, I ride in the middle (I’m pretty sure) but I definitely lean toward viewing this particular season as a joyful one. I love so much about this season, and I simply avoid the things I don’t like about it. I get my holiday shopping done early (and mostly online) so I can avoid the frenzy of panicked shoppers who worry they will never get it all done. I try to mail everything that has to be mailed by Thanksgiving, partly because I got trained that way with one brother in the Navy and one living in the UK. Things have to be in the mail EARLY to arrive on time in both of those scenarios. The added benefit is missing the long lines at the post office in December.
This week, however, it’s been unseasonably warm in Colorado – no snow on the ground, no nip in the air. Then, I’ve also been over-tired from lack of sleep and missed workouts. It’s amazing how much my workouts make a difference in my sleep. I’ve also been inundated with writing work in an apparent drowning attempt by the universe. Then, due to an odd thing at work, I actually had to go to the post office in December, and I stood in line for about a half an hour while everyone ahead of me loaded box after box onto the weighing machines and chatted at length about the best method of shipping for this or that in the box according to the intended destination. Everyone in that line was frustrated, but one little boy managed to make things lively by sticking his arms in long cardboard cylinders and tearing around the post office whacking people on their legs as his mother tried to calm his baby sister in a carrier and grab him as he ran. Poor kid. Threats about Santa Claus not coming didn’t prove very effective.
So, last night I went to bed early and had a long deep sleep. When I woke, I spent time snuggling with Emily and Max. Then, I had a good long workout and the ladies in the dressing room were chatting up the snowstorm due to hit tonight. I had a nice high fiber breakfast and drank plenty of water. Next, I had a dark chocolate brownie.
Suddenly, I feel all better!
I have a party to go to tonight and one on Friday. Things are looking up. I’ve picked up the joy and will carry it forward. It is a choice you know. Being happy, that is. It’s a choice.