It’s holiday season, for better or worse. I do love it though it’s wildly stressful – the overeating, the overspending, the too much togetherness. I’m a natural introvert. I don’t mind being alone. After awhile of being at a party or in a crowd I get tired, overwhelmed. I’m not very good at listening to the tiresome anymore. When I cared what others thought of me I was a much nicer person, way more likely to indulge the pedantic. Not that every conversation I have has to be earth shattering deep and spiritually enlightening, hardly. I love to laugh and stupid humor is my favorite. Things in my live are serious enough.
Last night I had my first party of the season and tonight is another. Between parties and group dinners and family get togethers it’s a long month for someone who’d rather be at home. It’s only once a year and it does tend to bring out the best in most of us. It is the season of hygge. I’m embracing it as I always do even though it sometimes feels like wearing a heavy coat in summer. My kids are getting older and soon they’ll be out the door. And I am getting older and I guess I’ll be out a different door (hopefully not soon). I need to gather up these moments in my arms like a pile of autumn leave and enjoy them while I can. Things are fleeting.
The advice to live in the moment and embrace the now is never an easy one to follow. But I’m making 3,000 calorie a glass eggnog tonight and I’m looking forward to drinking it with some longtime friends and laughing about whatever, knowing I’ll be home soon enough.
