The Christmas season has been hard this year. If you’ve been following the blog, you know I have had plenty to juggle. And I am fairly protective about specifics here, so you can assume there’s plenty beneath the surface also. So, that being said, I had a bit of a breakthrough during therapy on Tuesday, and it’s driven my attitude during the week.
I am getting ahead of myself. I’ll revisit the above in my debrief. But first: We have entered December 2018. Remember those other times (here, here, and here, at least) I wrote about how fast the year has felt. Well, it’s going to be finished in no time. Almost seems unjust how fast time passes as an adult. I have so much I want to do, but time may not allow, but then again, I can always hope.
This week’s reflection is brought to you by the Thanksgiving-to-Christmas Holiday Corridor in the United States, an annual cultural tradition toward which we look all year, only to be exhausted and frustrated once it arrive. ‘Merica, y’all ; giddy up.
Another Reflection actually getting posted on a Saturday. It’s been over a month since I committed to get these done on Saturdays, and I think I may actually make it happen each week until the hiatus in December! For all the things going amiss in life at present, it’s nice to be hitting one target.
This week’s reflection is essentially about endurance, about living, surviving, and thriving if and where you can. This feel’s like an appropriate attitude as we head toward the busiest time of year. The so-called “holiday rush” of culture here in the United States is a tragic one. In a season of Thanks, Peace, and Goodwill toward men, we find ourselves wanting more, frantically rushing, and becoming less patient. It’s the way our culture operates from now until the first week of the next year.
For that reason alone, I hope my thoughts on this past week are of value of to you.