Why a picture of a donut in a post about Christmas?
Well, thanks for asking.
There is a donut in a post about Christmas because that just about sums up the holiday season for me.
Last Christmas season was a blur.
We'd just "moved in" to our own home. I'd just had a certifiable nervous breakdown. I was medicated, feeling alone, and trying desperately to make merry.
We went Christmas tree shopping. Who do you think was more stressed out - me, DD Bird, or the tree? (which appears, in this picture, to be trying to sneak away, don't you think?)
The whole thing was kinda stressful to me. I can't remember why, but I can remember that we ate sugar donuts at the farm market where we buy the tree. And that it was a damn fine donut. And that were were all happy eating those donuts.
I think the holiday period for me is a vehicle of instruction because 1) I hate commercialism and buying crap, and 2) I live in a 700 sq ft house, so even if I loved buying crap, I can't buy crap. 3) We're not traditionally religious so that whole "Put Christ back in Christmas" piece is missing for me. Although it never really resonated anyway, so I can't say I miss it terribly. 4) I feel fat and ugly this year (might have to do with the donuts).
Where there's resistance, there's medicine (click to tweet). Real soul healing to be done. Creating a holiday season that feels fulfilling like home made apple pie. Creating our own traditions of giving and gifting around this time.
Not being afraid to step into our only little family of 3, and what is right and resonant for us and the lessons we want to bring to our bubbalicious baby girl, now that she's old enough to learn them.
And the dirty secret for me? The hardest thing for me to do during Christmas? The big, fat, lie of Santa Claus. I know that it's a harmless lie. I know that it's just fun for the kids. I know I don't feel betrayed by my mom and dad over it. BUT I HATE LIES COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH. I'm a scientist. I have a hard time with things I can't see.
C'mon magic. Let's make a feel-good holiday for mama, ok?
How do you surround the driving, shopping, hustle, and bustle of the holidays with glow, spirit, and meaning? (Click to tweet and start the dialogue!)