on the morning after (Christmas, that is)...
I can honestly say that this is the first year since being in California that I've completely and utterly felt the holiday spirit.
I don't even think I did much that was different, but for some reason everything just fit together this year. My emotions, traditions new and old, finding the perfect gifts, wrapping up packages and mailing them out on time, baking holiday goodies with friends and for coworkers, watching the same Christmas movies twice within the span of a week, deciding to do only stockings for gifts between Jay and I, craft fairs, video chatting with the in-laws, phone calls with sisters and parents, adding to my collection of Christmas books, DVDs and decorations.
Even though life has been busier than ever, I've felt so much joy this season. I've felt content. And as much as I still have that ache of missing my family, knowing we are too far away to celebrate together, I have been doing well when it comes to not keeping those thoughts at the forefront of my mind. It has helped me feel less homesick and less weepy about being a grown-up during a holiday that makes me want to be eight-years-old again.
Christmas came and went without much pomp and circumstance, which is fine with me. Jay and I were able to attend a few holiday get-togethers with various aunts and uncles, grandparents and cousins. I'm so thankful for the family members that do live close, because they always bring a bit of that "home" feeling back. And although I had three days off before Christmas, I was stuck at work on Christmas morning. What is a girl to do at work when left to her own devices on a holiday? Eating fudge, sharing stories with coworkers and wearing pink shoes kind of helped lighten the mood, but all I really wanted to do was sleep in with my husband and eat a late breakfast.
Next year, I keep telling myself. Next year I'll be at a place where I don't have to worry about asking for holidays off and I'll be able to wear pink shoes without a care in the world. Next year I'll fill my days with the things I'm passionate about. Next year, next year, next year...
Today I find part of myself not quite ready to say goodbye to the holidays, comforting and enjoyed as they were this year.
I've always hated endings, especially when it comes to things I look forward to. When things are over, I'm always left with this sad, empty feeling. It doesn't matter how wonderful any specific event, holiday or experience is, either. Weddings, a really good book, moments from my childhood, a perfectly planned trip, my favorite movie, a day that has been looked forward to. Big or small, I just hate things being said and done. As much as I'm looking ahead to the coming year and working harder than I ever have to make things happen, I still have that ache as I sit here this morning.
It's almost as if I feel like I missed out on something, or perhaps didn't appreciate certain moments enough as they were happening. It's hard to explain, I guess.
And I'm covering up that ache by drinking a vanilla chai latte and surrounding myself with the sounds of Iron & Wine and thoughts of all I want to accomplish in the new year. Good things.











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