The truth is, I don’t feel like most of the time I have a busy life. (The roar of laughter you hear is my husband)
I work, I work out, and I do my parts of keeping the house moving forward. I have one TV show I follow, and I’m currently 4 weeks behind. I don’t read recreationally, or knit, and for the last few months I struggle to even care about cooking.
My son goes to bed about two hours after we all get home, and those hours feel short. I go to bed a couple of hours after that and the best I can describe what I do in that time is “putter”. It feels like adult life.
When the holidays come around, and for arguments sake we’ll go ahead and start at about Oct 20th here and move through the middle of January, my expectations of my life and what things *feeeEEEeeel* like comes completely unmoored. And here we are in mid-November and I’ve hit the thick of it. It is easy to approach the idea of what the end of the year can be and about how I want my son to feeeEEEeeel, the memories I want him to have – but I’m not doing that.
How I want to feeeEEEeeel – my Christmas list.
- I want to feeEEEeeel connected to my family by sharing time together. I want to feeeEEEeeel like I know them well enough to get a delightful gift for them instead of something that costs $25 at Target.
- I want to feeeEEEeeel connected to my family by sharing time together. I want quiet conversation about how we can take over the world, or make it through the next days, and about the shining and amazing parts of them that I see and I adore. Also, totally delightful gifts for them – not clutter and burden but useful and easy and uniquely them.
- I want to feeeEEEeeel like the people in my home can relax someplace just a little more lovely, through both decoration and general vibe. That there is hurry surrounding us outside but that this space is a haven made lovely by intention.
- I want to feeeEEEeeel like the dogs will chill out, or not eat the tree, or stop waking me up at 4:45 by putting a delicate paw on my ass.
- I want to feeeEEEeeel seen. That I have shared enough of my heart with the people around me that when they see something that would delight me they feel ok about it. Even if their wallet says “take a picture and send a note like she does”.
- I want to see beautiful decorations with a calm enough heart that I can just sigh and enjoy them.
- I want to hear music that compels me to sing.
- I want to bake and cook even when the only reason to do it is to give it away (because I don’t really want to eat the cookies, or the soups, I just want the house to be warm and smell good).
I don’t need Santa’s reindeer shitting glitter while James Earl Jones reads The Night Before Christmas to 100 orphans that I have brought together. I just want to be intentional and calm this year (while not defining calm as not-taking-action).