May Your Holidays be Imperfect
A lot of people get completely stressed out at this time of year. No matter what you celebrate over the holidays, there is pressure to do it all – bake endless treats, buy the perfect gifts, send cards, visit family and friends, attend social events, decorate, clean the house, and on and on…
I've never been able to "get it together" like I feel I should. I've always said that if I mail out my cards by Christmas, I'm on track. Why bake treats when I can buy them? I've accepted that I'm just not very good at this sort of thing. And now this year, the countdown is on and where are we at? We've had a very busy few months, and as a result I've even downsized my expectations further. And it's still okay.
Nothing about this season can be perfect, unless you thrive on spending hours pretending to be Martha Stewart. And if you do, I'm happy for you. Brag about it even if you must. I will be amazed at your work. But I'm never going to be that way. And don't expect me to be.
It's actually nice not expecting everything to be perfect, or to be the best. Because then I don't feel like a failure if something is forgotten or doesn't get done. This season is not about that stuff anyway. It's about caring for each other and remembering what is important in life. Rituals and tradition are nice – but sometimes that gets in the way of the real thing.
So may your holidays be imperfect and wonderful.
