The gift guides are done, and all the items for the New Year are pretty much set. It’s the morning before my mother arrives for the holidays, and I wanted to take a moment to send all of you a big hug and a few wishes for the coming week or two of holidays.
I wish you a perfectly imperfect holiday. As I finish decorating, cleaning, buying holiday presents, the final (Ha! Never!) trip to the grocery store, I’m struck by the insanity of trying to have everything be “just so.” All the best stories come from the lights that just won’t untangle at the back of the tree, the time the cake fell from the inside, the cookies that burned, the flask for your crazy uncle that accidentally went to your little step-brother (or maybe that’s just my family.) Some of the best moments go off without a hitch, but it’s the mistakes that make it fun. So, Mom, if you’re reading this, um, get ready for some funny stories because I might not have everything together by the time you land.
I wish you moments of quiet delight. After the fanfare of opening presents, religious ceremonies, and festive affairs, I hope there are quiet moments snuggled with those you love in front of the tree/menorah/whatever source of light brings you joy this time of year. Fill yourself up with those moments. Make them last.
I wish you peace. This has been a violent, tumultuous year, and we’re all screaming at each other from opposite sides. We’ve all forgotten we have more in common than we have differences. There must be a balance between our beliefs and our ability to speak to and learn from one another. But, maybe just for this holiday season, let’s have a moment of peace. Everybody back off. For me, this not only means not talking about volatile issues for two straight weeks, but it means going on a strict social media diet, particularly Facebook. Every time I open it, it’s like a blast furnace of bad news. I need a moment, so I’ve uninstalled all social media apps on my phone until 12/30/16. I’ll post all the photos later, but I’m on a news cleanse for a whole week. Maybe two. We’ll see how it goes. Also, I need a break from glowing screens.
I wish you love. Love from family, love from significant others and children. Most importantly, I wish you love of and from yourself. You’re beautiful, special, stronger than you know, smarter than you think, and worthy beyond measure. It’s the focus of all my efforts for 2017: to help us all realize how badass we are. This whole pursuit of perfection is maddening, and it’s wearing everybody down. But for now, rest. Love yourself a little more. We’ll pick up again right before the New Year with all new stuff.
For me, this is a season of renewal. I’ve realized that I’ve changed so much this year, that I’m in a completely different place than I have ever been before. I like it, and I’ll talk more about it after I get some much-needed rest (I never sleep as well as I do with my head on my mother’s lap.) But while she’s here, I plan on shedding the things that no longer serve me. We’re going to redecorate my apartment, clean out my closet, donate a whole bunch, and make sure that I’m on solid ground for the new year. I’ll document all of that and I’ll tell you about it after the holidays. But for now, I’m excited to wear pajamas for an entire day, eat, not drink, and be merry. I’m exhausted. I didn’t realize how tired I was, and I’m excited to settle in for a long winter’s nap.
I wish everyone peace, moments of quiet delight, love, and a perfectly imperfect holiday. I hope you find moments of joy, and discover magic that knocks your socks off woven with real rest. Be well, and I will see you on the 30th.
All my very best, and Happy Holidays!