Hey World,
Well, here it is, another Christmas and I'm visiting family. I have a new chapter (or two) that I need to write before my next writers' meeting, I have a bunch of analysis I need to do before I go back to work on Friday, and I recently accepted a new job that I can't seem to stop stressing about. Although, I guess all of that is a good kind of stress. I mean, I could have no dream at all, no current job, and no future job to look forward to. So, what do I really have to complain about?
So, again, here it is. The time of year that people most dread and welcome. It's hard to know what to expect to feel when the holidays roll around. Growing up, Christmas for the average child in a fairly financially stable family can be magical. But, the years come and for some the magic becomes a little less sparkly or fades altogether as life changes for the better or worse. For me, it's still an enjoyable time, although I haven't gotten the kind of change I'd wished for in my youth. Perhaps my presents no longer inspire quite as much joy, but they're still fun to open. And perhaps I'd like to be able to spend bright and cheery days with someone that I've fallen in love with, but I still have all of my important loved ones around me.
I try to do a little bit for others, as that's what's truly important at this time of year; and I try not to let any of what may be the world's problems and tragedies impede on my clear sight of what the season should be. I watch the old Christmas movies: Christmas Story, the Grinch, Rudolf, Frosty and Santa, while trying at the same time to avoid the saccharin sweet monstrosities most channels like Hallmark like to pass off as entertainment these days. I try very hard not to let people get on my nerves, as they are likely to do as the mad rush of consumerism seems to get bigger and bigger every year, and I try to be a good daughter and granddaughter, at least for the few days that I'm around my mother and grandmother.
And, for me, that might be all there really is. Doing my best and continuing to look for those pockets of happiness that are just within reach. If I'm lucky enough to recognize them. In it's own way, life is still more magical and heartbreaking than I ever thought it would be. But, I get to live it. And, I'll do that the best I can. Or, at least try a little harder everyday I get.
Until next time.
Well, here it is, another Christmas and I'm visiting family. I have a new chapter (or two) that I need to write before my next writers' meeting, I have a bunch of analysis I need to do before I go back to work on Friday, and I recently accepted a new job that I can't seem to stop stressing about. Although, I guess all of that is a good kind of stress. I mean, I could have no dream at all, no current job, and no future job to look forward to. So, what do I really have to complain about?
So, again, here it is. The time of year that people most dread and welcome. It's hard to know what to expect to feel when the holidays roll around. Growing up, Christmas for the average child in a fairly financially stable family can be magical. But, the years come and for some the magic becomes a little less sparkly or fades altogether as life changes for the better or worse. For me, it's still an enjoyable time, although I haven't gotten the kind of change I'd wished for in my youth. Perhaps my presents no longer inspire quite as much joy, but they're still fun to open. And perhaps I'd like to be able to spend bright and cheery days with someone that I've fallen in love with, but I still have all of my important loved ones around me.
I try to do a little bit for others, as that's what's truly important at this time of year; and I try not to let any of what may be the world's problems and tragedies impede on my clear sight of what the season should be. I watch the old Christmas movies: Christmas Story, the Grinch, Rudolf, Frosty and Santa, while trying at the same time to avoid the saccharin sweet monstrosities most channels like Hallmark like to pass off as entertainment these days. I try very hard not to let people get on my nerves, as they are likely to do as the mad rush of consumerism seems to get bigger and bigger every year, and I try to be a good daughter and granddaughter, at least for the few days that I'm around my mother and grandmother.
And, for me, that might be all there really is. Doing my best and continuing to look for those pockets of happiness that are just within reach. If I'm lucky enough to recognize them. In it's own way, life is still more magical and heartbreaking than I ever thought it would be. But, I get to live it. And, I'll do that the best I can. Or, at least try a little harder everyday I get.
Until next time.
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