Premature Glee at the Holidays Almost Being Over
This morning I was wrapping the last few Christmas gifts and humming carols. It’s the happiest I’ve felt in about three weeks. Last night was my in-law Christmas event. Tonight we have a small eve dinner with my mother-in-law and then, on Christmas day, my husband, daughter and I spend the whole day padding about in our jammies.
And then, the day after, everything gets cleaned up and put away. Holiday boxes get lugged up to the garage rafters. Nobody will attempt to foist their tarted-up joy on me. I don’t have to throw elbows to avoid hugs. I don’t have to smile for pictures. I can wander off and no one will notice and ask me if I’m okay.
This year, if authenticity is to be lauded, I’ve been a very good girl. To the point that I may not be invited to any holiday events ever again. And that makes me so very, very happy. An introvert’s bliss.
2017 is going to be a good year for creative spirits. Our politics will be shit and we’ll all possibly die during a Putin-Trump dick measuring contest, but we’ll be inspired. Art flourishes under duress.
I have no resolutions except to find my own way, to not be sidetracked by shoulds, to find kindred spirits with whom to survive the attempted destruction of values that I hold dear. To stand up when needed. To intervene when required. To dig in when asked. To hope for that which seems improbable.
On that note, I’d like to say thank you to those who have subscribed to The Green Study, to commenters and to anyone in general who have tripped over this blog on your way to somewhere better.
Happy Almost End-of-the-Holidays!