…and all through the house, not a thing was near ready – not even the sprouts.
Well, I’ve bought sprouts, so I guess that’s a start.
That sums up basically everything though – I have sort of bought/found stuff, but nothing is prepped or wrapped and I have no mad desire to actually do any of it.
I’m just tired and not feeling it this year. Post-Covid exhaustion was a definite thing, and it’s all just grey and cold and I’m not really in the mood still.
But for the first time, I am okay with not feeling festive. Usually there’s guilt and vague stress about it, but this year I have remembered that it doesn’t really matter. I don’t have to live up to anyone else’s expectations of doing things and having things and making things – it’s not for anyone else.
So we are having a slow one. Spending time together but not rushing around everywhere trying to Do All The Things.
We are going to the things we want to go to, and I am making and wrapping things (and I will deliver things too, eventually) but I am not trying to get it all done before Monday. If that means the Christmas cheer is spread out a little further with present deliveries in the week after Christmas, then so be it.
I don’t have the energy to cram it all in first, and I don’t see the point in getting super stressed and losing all the enjoyment in everything.
For now, I am looking forward to going to a Christmas concert tonight, and enjoying walking the dog in his silly Christmas jumper.
Carole Finds Her Wings 