Christmas gives me such clarity. Doing all the necessary Christmas tasks and I feel plugged in and purposed. It gives me a legitimate excuse to not dwell on all the career procrastination I’m doing. I just want to decorate and cook and entertain.
I notice though, that even in my holiday frenzy and event planning, I hit walls. I lost energy and inspiration while decorating the house the other day. And I wanted to feel bummed until I remembered that this has happened before.
We have only so much energy and inspiration to spend in one day. So it is wise to remember you can have permission to stop. You re allowed to be uninspired and return at a later time with renewed inspiration and sense of excitement. I give you permission if you can not give it to yourself.
I came back with an idea to use the old brick paper behind my bar and it looks great. And although the tree wasn’t inspired, it’s up and decorated and sometimes, good enough has to be good enough. I have a little more time to poke at the decorations before we swing into full Nutcracker rehearsals and cooking cooking cooking. Women bear such a responsibility for the happiness of our families especially at the holidays. I hope we all find pockets of blessed moments within the madness.
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Our tree is up and decorated with a mix of homemade ornaments and bought ones. It’s the way I always decorate it, and I love it — no real style except the island of misfit toys kind. Yesterday, David and I spent a good part of the day wrapping presents — too many, probably, but it will be fun opening them. Thanks for another good post about slowing down and taking a break. I will do it.
I was more intrigued with the ladder and it’s history of painting projects in your house than the tree you spent so much time decorating. We have a ladder like that. Pale blue spots from the front porch ceiling of our old stone house on the Western Shore. Barn red spots from painting the barn. New owners painted it blue. Apparently nobody told them barns are supposed to be red. And a rainbow of spots from every painting project that ever needed a stepladder.
Ah the writer. You will need to come see my painting colors in person one day Mala. Where was your house in Baltimore? I never asked.