It’s the most wonderful time of the year! It’s the holiday season! So many parties, presents, decorations and mainly so many happy people…
This is what you get sold all around once this season comes when the reality can be so much different. I used to love the holiday season, for me being always about the thought of spending it with loved ones and create with them lasting memories.
All that changed for me a few years back when the person I was with made me feel guilty about getting excited about so many things I loved and enjoyed, one of them being the holiday season. He always said he didn’t like to celebrate it and that he only did it for his kids, but never cared to celebrate it in any other way. This was the mindset I was in for four years. I succumbed to just forget about it since I had no energy to try and fight with him and celebrate on my own. Overtime I let the depression take away those silly things that I enjoyed.
Now I’m slowly healing and working on that inner “Grinch” left in me. I want to stop feeling guilty about celebrating the holidays the way I always felt like. For me it was never about religion, or buying material things. I lived for the promise of spending time together with people I loved; from my blood relatives to my chosen family of friends. This year, the guilt has diminished enough that I was actually excited to put the tree up with Khey. We had a blast trying to decide where to put things and how to make it look. It was fun to disconnect from the world and just be us, silly girls trying to figure this out together. These are the kind of memories I identify with the holidays.
Happy holidays! My Holiday Spirit is back and ready to have more fun memories without feeling guilty about it.
Unlike most Tuesdays it was a busy day at the airport. I was in the middle of my shift and irritated already. Looking for ways to avoid interaction with the guests I ran into the big boss and gave him a nod to let him know I recognized his presence. This wasn’t enough for him.
It has been a day for me. They sent me home from work because I was not able to function properly. I couldn’t smile and when you work for the famous mouse, I ain’t saying name except for he-who-must-not-be-named-for-company-policy reasons, smiling is the only thing that matters for most managers. So there I was, at home sitting at the table with my laptop trying to give birth to ideas despite the headache, the fatigue and the dreadful feeling of hopelessness over my shoulders.