And here it is, the week leading into Christmas Day, 2021. And here I am cruising along at warp speed, a strained smile on my face, hurtling through the most wonderful time of the year. There are not enough hours in the day. There are too many hours to fill. I have so many things I would like to do and I have so many things I won’t be able to do. I feel like I am being pulled this way and that. After all that has happened these past 2 years and what we have been through as a collective, I can’t seem to find a happy medium this year.
So, I am taking a step back from it all and refocusing. Maybe many of you recognize what I am feeling. We want to go back to normalcy. We want to wake up and step out into a world we recognize, and day after day we wake up and step out into a world where things seem to be spinning off into a dark direction. Prices are rising, store shelves are not full, and the fear of extreme shortages of food and fuel whisper on the wind. Politically, things seem to be going in a direction that is counter to our best interests and none of us are really sure who is going to benefit. All we know is it’s not going to be us. The fear mongering is constant on the main stream media. What can we do?
Growing up, Christmas had a magical feel to it, the sheer expectancy of good things headed our way made us giddy with delight. We decorated, we sang Christmas songs, we gave and we received gifts. We reached out to the needy in our community and we found joy in simple things. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t have to be for us to be happy.
Today, the pressure to create the perfect Christmas makes it impossible to reach the level of joy we aspire to. In seeking perfection we refuse to be satisfied with anything less and we set ourselves up for disappointment. They sold out of the gift we had to have. People are so rude, how can you enjoy anything? Someone in the family is ill, someone in the family has dependence issues, someone in the family is a little bit out there…those people are conservatives…those people are woke….these people expect everything to be handed to them on a silver platter….those people will just steal the platter…and it goes on and on….there is always something isn’t there?
‘Tis the Season that we make it. Somewhere within each of us is the desire for something better. We know we fall far short of perfection and that there is much more to this life than cowering in fear of the latest virus iteration, or the climate change, or racism, or any of the other current fears du jour. We know that we were made for greater things than paying the bills and struggling to make ends meet.
‘Tis the Season to step away from the narrative and greet your neighbor, to shop at the local small businesses, to reach out to those in the community in need. Time to step up and be a positive force in your little corner of the world. It is time to jerk up the boot straps and take a deep breath and make a difference, even if it is a small difference. It is hard to be depressed and pursue a purpose. We were never meant to sit around and wait to be saved, we were created to strive, to be, to become.
‘Tis the Season when all things become possible. Embrace it!