So today is the day after Christmas…
Yesterday was really nice. We did the usual Christmasy things and everyone seemed to have a really good time.
But I woke up this morning feeling the way I always feel on the day after Christmas – slightly depressed.
It’s not that the holiday is over. I’m actually very relieved that it’s over so life can return to normal around here.
It’s more of a feeling of “All that stress for THIS?” and I’m left wondering if it’s really worth it.
The holidays are about giving. Giving back to everyone for being great friends, loving family, and good acquaintances.
But is there a point that we just start giving because it’s an accepted / expected thing?
Seriously, my parents don’t need a damn thing. Their house is filled with crap they don’t need already, so why add to the clutter with some other unusable object?
As I was getting ready for bed last night I realized that I wasn’t just depressed, I was angry.
This is the 3rd Christmas that I felt this way. I really hate Christmas.
I hate the whole thing: the expectation to give, the pressure to get just the right thing, the pressure to cook a feast meal, bake cookies, and hold a big dinner all without getting a hair out of place.
It’s ridiculous! Christmas ruins the entire month of December with it’s stress, chaos, and traffic and what are we left in return?
We’re left to clean up the wrapping paper, find space for all this new crap, and breathe a big sigh of relief that we don’t have to do this again for a whole year.
But this year I don’t want to. I can’t seem to find that sigh of relief because it doesn’t really feel like relief to me. It feels like an endless cycle that will continue for the rest of my life.
So I’m done with Christmas.
Me and Christmas really tried to work it out and deal with our differences, but we’ve decided that after this year, things would be better if we saw other people.
With this decision made, I can look forward to the coming year knowing that December will come again in 12 months, but my life isn’t going to change very much with it.
My husband can do all the Christmasy things with our son and we can still do the fun, non-stressful stuff together.
But other than that, I’m no longer celebrating the damn holiday and I think I’ll be much, much happier for it.
What would you do to be beautiful? What is beauty? If I’m beautiful, will that be the only reason someone will want to be with me? If I feel and believe that I’m beautiful will that make me stuck up or selfish?