I love the holidays, don't you? I know... loaded question.
Sometimes the pressure reaches horn-tootin', ear-steamin', "Be still and listen, you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof"craziness.
I have a theory...the intensity of the pressure is in direct proportion to the level of resentment we feel regarding the amount of distraction away from whatever the real meaning of the holidays is to each of us. So, I try to remind myself that it's that other stuff - the distractions, the irrelevant busy-ness - that's putting the squeeze on my joy. The holidays are a blessing-enhanced legitimate excuse to slow the heck down and give lots of attention to little things, like twinkling pink lights...
...makes me want to paint a room this luscious shade.
Let's make a pact to get down off the roof right now, take a deep breath, let our souls catch up with our bodies, and give our precious limited attention to all those things we hope to remember.
Peace, joy, and xo