The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a hard one. Work sucks, there’s the inevitable post-celebration letdown, and the family and friend lovefest is likely starting to wear.
Unless you’re a sitcom family – they do seasonal well.
My ambivalence is being made worse by the cold front that’s descended: it’s hard to sort my feelings when I’m freezing. Minus twenty-six Celsius (minus fifteen Fahrenheit) is not for the faint of heart, and the bumps I’m giving the thermostat indicate mine is quite timid.
I’d feel like a whiny snowflake save for the above-referenced cultural universality.
It’s funny how we fail to give ourselves grace. It’s interesting how often patterns repeat.
(header credit: December Blues YouTube (music))
From Famine to Feast. 
The cold has been weird.
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You are so right about this being a weird time of year. I’m constantly asking the family what day it is. I’m eating random celebratory food because it’s in the house and sitting around watching TV with no motivation whatsoever. I can’t image being cold on top. Give yourself a break.
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💖 Thank you. Not knowing the day of the week is a struggle (though I’ve also come to realize it mostly doesn’t matter). I’m also eating celebratory food: no one has to worry about the leftover brie 😉
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I’m narrowing down my Word of the Year for 2022 and thinking about grace, both for myself and others. Both are hard.
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It truly is. The older I get, the more I have to work at it.
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C-c-cold!
I took time off work and decided not to put any sort of pressure on myself this time of year. For the first time in many years, it’s working out so far.
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I’m glad. It’s so funny how much of adulthood we get through before we start doing the things we really want to do 💖
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And it’s still freaking cold lol. The fun part is the creek/slough behind my house has frozen: the kids are playing on it.
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