I pretended it was November. I leisurely surfed the net looking for ideas, bought a present or two (but did choose faster shipping) and did a little writing.
I ignored unwrapped packages, half completed Christmas lists, and the fact that our larder and fridge is bare. I didn’t play Christmas music, didn’t watch Christmas movies.
I even ignored the bell ringer at Kmart when I went to buy new shoes for Ethan and Jenna. I ALWAYS put something in the bucket during December. Everytime I walk by. It’s a tradition of sorts. And I broke it. Because it was November for that day. Remember? Well, I still feel guilty. Next time I go, I’ll have to just put something going in and out to assuage the guilt. Perhaps I should have been Jewish or Catholic.
Unfortunately, a Saturday with my head in the sand did nothing to help relieve the stress long-term. The problems are still there but a day has passed so I have less time to fix them. It’s a little heart breaking honestly. But, for one day this December, I put my feet up and thumbed my nose at the stress I was starting to feel. Today I am not stressed. today I am ready to enjoy December again.
And no, this is NOT the same as my “relaxing” day. My relaxing day was full of Christmas cheer. Today was full of Christmas denial. I prefer the relaxation. Thought you oughtta know.