In just a little under an hour and a half, Christmas (my time) will be over and another year of Christmas get-togethers, songs, meals, and gift-giving will have gone by. For so many years I was always prepared and always on top of things, and this year, I let things slip by me. I had every intention of doing everything I wanted to do before Christmas but it didn’t happen and by the time I knew it, Christmas was a week away and I was panicking and feeling disappointed. Disappointed in myself, with my current situation (this is the first Christmas in 7 years that I have been unemployed), with timing in general. I was missing out on some fantastic markets due to timing and weather, I didn’t get the chance to do a whirlwind Christmas cupcake tour, and I was feeling so frustrated about not being able to spend lavishingly on gifts for the people that meant the most to me.
I was in a funk and I didn’t know how to get out of it. “It’s Christmas,” I thought. “I’m supposed to be happy.” I really shouldn’t have given up hope so soon. I should have known things would be okay. Not having all the money in the world doesn’t necessarily make for a miserable Christmas by default. Am I sad certain things didn’t go the way I had planned? Sure. But I’m sitting here in my living room with Home Alone on tv feeling happy, inspired, and with a refreshing sense of optimism looking forward as I look back.
It wasn’t the Christmas I was planning and hoping for, but it was a different, happy Christmas nevertheless. Merry Christmas, everyone.