Two nights ago I didnât recognize myself. I got home from a wonderful weekend at the beach to find that all the packages that had been delivered were left in the rain in my driveway instead of on the porch. Many of my Christmas card envelopes had gotten stuck together from the moisture and I had been shorted 25 of them.
As I sat there putting labels on envelopes and trying to pry apart envelopes without ruining them I heard myself say, âI hate doing this. I donât even know why I send Christmas cardsâ followed by a few words I canât even write down. Â
Now, this is not me. I think all year about the photos on my Christmas cards. Itâs my way of sharing a joyous hello. I love opening the cards from friends. Â
Finally, my husband had to tell me, âOK, thatâs enough nowâ to shake me awake from my funk.Â
Perfection. Holidays inspire perfection. And that inspires expectations. And that inspires unmet expectations. And that inspires let-down and stress. We get these preconceived notions in o...
What do you actually want to happen this Christmas? Are expectations already making you tense? After all we have been fed for two months via television, radio and print what the âperfectâ Christmas should look like. You know you donât want to feel loneliness, fear and anxiety. Be the creator of what you want.
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