I think the title is fairly self-explanatory this week.
It’s that time of year again. It’s the time for the holiday season to officially begin. It’s time for us to be inundated by calls and conversations from close friends and family. It’s time for us to start going mad with plots to achieve the most picturesque displays of holiday delight. During this particular season it’s easy to get lost in the craziness of establishing ideal days of cheer that will imbue the perfect memory in the minds of all those in attendance. I’m not going to type up some cliché riddled excuse for a season’s greeting. I’m not interested in forcing anyone to subscribe to my own ideas about what the holidays should mean. What I’d like to do is share just a bit of comfort that I’ve found over the past two years of chasing after some wacky dreams.
I’m going to keep this short and to the point. No one, not a soul on this planet is completely satisfied with their lives. I’ve mentioned before how easy I feel it can be to remind ourselves off all the greatness we lack without ever really acknowledging the triumphs we’ve earned. This season is fantastic for me, because I can just unwind. There will be no stress, no worries about creating the perfect images in anyone’s head. I’m going to sit around, watch my high school’s Thanksgiving Day game, eat lots of food, drink, and enjoy the company of anyone who wants to stop by the house in a pleasant mood. If you’re going to try and rain on my parade, even for only a moment, I will just show your ass the door.
I promised pith so here’s the punch line. Wherever you are this holiday season, whoever you’re going to spend it with, just take some time to enjoy what’s around you for what it’s worth. Nothing lasts forever, good or bad, and it’s good to just slow things down and enjoy what you’ve got.