Some Christmases are more difficult than others.
Today I feel a bit out of sorts and a little discouraged. Today feels like a day of bad news: things seem to be falling down around me, my friends all having bad things happen, me, waiting for more medical work at the beginning of the year, and the reminder that sometimes people say things they really don't mean.
When Christmas is hope and friends and family, such events tend to take the wind out of my sails.
The thing is, and I know this well, life goes on, regardless of what day the calendar says it is... whether its just another Monday, or a much anticipated holiday.
The problem is that "hope" and "expectations" are by nature intwined. People who believe that they manifest the world around them with their own thoughts and beliefs are not the only people who fall into the trap of expecting what is hoped for, they are just people who do it consciously.
Today it's the little expectations that have me curled up with the case of the blues. I had no expectations of a COVID- free holiday this year, and the rapid spread of the Omicron variant and the concerns I have for my health and safety beyond the walls of my apartment (and certainly when I go to surgery in January!) are somehow paled besides the little, personal, intimate disappointments.
Christmas, the day itself, does not fix everything. Christmas does not bring joy, hope, love. Those things must be brought to make it Christmas.
Tonight I'm going to hold those friends who are going through difficulties lovingly in my heart. I'm going to look with gratitude on what I do have, and find strength in the power to choose how I set my sails, even if I cannot choose the strength or direction of the wind.
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Today I feel a bit out of sorts and a little discouraged. Today feels like a day of bad news: things seem to be falling down around me, my friends all having bad things happen, me, waiting for more medical work at the beginning of the year, and the reminder that sometimes people say things they really don't mean.
When Christmas is hope and friends and family, such events tend to take the wind out of my sails.
The thing is, and I know this well, life goes on, regardless of what day the calendar says it is... whether its just another Monday, or a much anticipated holiday.
The problem is that "hope" and "expectations" are by nature intwined. People who believe that they manifest the world around them with their own thoughts and beliefs are not the only people who fall into the trap of expecting what is hoped for, they are just people who do it consciously.
Today it's the little expectations that have me curled up with the case of the blues. I had no expectations of a COVID- free holiday this year, and the rapid spread of the Omicron variant and the concerns I have for my health and safety beyond the walls of my apartment (and certainly when I go to surgery in January!) are somehow paled besides the little, personal, intimate disappointments.
Christmas, the day itself, does not fix everything. Christmas does not bring joy, hope, love. Those things must be brought to make it Christmas.
Tonight I'm going to hold those friends who are going through difficulties lovingly in my heart. I'm going to look with gratitude on what I do have, and find strength in the power to choose how I set my sails, even if I cannot choose the strength or direction of the wind.
Very well said and thank you for sharing. Definitely helped me and also reminded me of something I'd forgotten to do yesterday!
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