This might surprise
you. The only thing about it that
surprises me is that I am just now willing to admit it publicly:
I dislike holidays.
Holidays - without the rose colored glasses |
Holidays are a recipe for
sadness. Holidays set people, us, all of
us, up to fail.
Let’s look at the current
holiday – Christmas. Not only are you expected
to buy amazing gifts (that fit) for a bazillion people. Not only are you expected to have a Pinterest
perfect tree in your perfectly clean living room. Not only are you supposed to bake cookies and
cakes and package them in dainty little tins to hand out to co-workers. Not only are you expected to move a damn elf*
around your house and pose it in ways that are more clever than your
neighbor. Not only must you load up your
front lawn with lights and blow-ups. Not
only must you make the biggest meal of the year and serve it on a tablecloth
with no stains. And not only must you
make cards featuring photos of every family member smiling a big toothy grin
and having their eyes open.**
No, on top of all of that,
why this year, you also have to have MATCHING PAJAMAS. Everyone, from Granny to the dog, must be
decked out in Christmas PJs.
Like, after you have done
ALL OF THAT, how the hell are you supposed to enjoy your one “magical day”?
And speaking of MAGICAL
DAYS – that is what I dislike (I would say despise, but maybe that is too
strong of a word, given that I am sitting down to write this on December 25th. Despise sounds a bit sacrilegious somehow…)… OK, what I most dislike about holidays is the
whole ONE DAY-ED-NESS of them. There is
so frickin’ much HYPE. The stores put
out Halloween crap the day after whatever holiday comes a couple months earlier… Christmas décor is on the shelves before
Thanksgiving. The tv commercials. The songs on the radio. IT IS ALL FOR ONE DAY – 24 hours. Pick your holiday, whichever one being
celebrated (except Hanukkah, now THAT is a brilliant holiday, spread out into 8
days!!). There is so much planning, preparation, and
anticipation. Then poof – the day is
done.
Honestly, I don’t even save
my sadness for after the holiday
anymore. I go ahead and get it out on
the table upfront, before the calendar even reads the magical date. I get sad in ANTICIPATION of the sadness. And I know I am not alone! I might be the only one ranting about it on
Christmas Day, but there are other “me”s out there.
Now I reach the point in
this story where I tell you how I, one little human, deal with this dislike of
holidays. Are you ready?
I live my life as if every
day is a holiday.
“Whaaaat? That makes no sense! If you hate holidays, living that way means
you hate everyday!”
Nope. Because when each day has the potential to be
a holiday, there is no holiday related angst.
No stress. No perceived
expectation or competition.
I think I came to this
realization a decade or two ago, when I read somewhere that Frank Zappa let his
kids Dweezel and Moon Unit dye Easter eggs any damn day of the year they wanted
to. BRILLIANT!!! Why are
the colored eggs reserved for one day of the year? You want to dye eggs – DYE THE EGGS! After that I have always had at least one
Paas Easter Egg kit in my cupboard at all times. You never know what the urge will strike!
And to be clear, when I say
I live my life as if every day is a holiday, I don’t mean there are traditions,
special food, or anything like that for these daily holidays. It is just a way of life, a mental state, an
awareness. It is a way of appreciating,
celebrating, and making life special
and enjoyable.
Wanna know some things
that feel like holidays when you shift your mindset?
·
Eating fresh
pineapple – a holiday to be sure
·
Taking a shower
OUTDOORS – be it in the sunshine with butterflies floating by or under a starry
sky – definite holiday material
·
Watching a kid
joyously chase a bird on the beach – HOLIDAY
·
Winning a round
of BINGO – you got it, holiday
·
Paying for
someone’s groceries – has holiday written all over it
·
Making a snow angel
– can you say “holiday”?
·
Riding your bike
a few miles racing against time, but getting to the perfect spot to watch sunset
riiiight on time – total holiday
·
Making a big
green salad that is so delicious that it gets a compliment – yup, holiday
·
When your
odometer turns over to 100,000 miles – holiday to be sure
I could go on and on, but I
think you get the picture. My holidays
are not big. They are not expensive
(usually). They are moments, images,
fleeting. But because another might come
tomorrow, or the next day, there is no sadness to them ending. The whole “magical day – poof” issue is
gone. Instead of going to bed sad that the holiday is over, I can go
to bed excited for what holiday tomorrow might bring.
That’s enough for
now. Someday I might tell you about my
fear of things finishing (and show
you the huge pile of unopened
birthday and Christmas gifts that grows and grows in our living room – no doubt
filled with clothes that no longer fit us and food that is expired 8 years ago). But that topic might need years of therapy to
figure out, and who has time for therapy when I am busy celebrating daily holidays?
For now – HAPPY HOLIDAYS. Be it Festivus, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Christmas,
Eid, 4th of July, Boxing Day, or your OWN PERSONAL HOLIDAY.
Enjoy.
My sister Annette and I opening our stockings (IN MATCHING PJ S NO LESS). This is before I understood the sadness and angst of holidays (but look, one of us got a Barbie make-up head!) |
Me at Christmas, age 6, rocking pleather go go boots. |
*Speaking of the damn elf,
I finally scored a MENSCH ON A BENCH! I couldn’t
bring myself to pay full price for one, but I got him 70% off after Hanukkah. And you can BET he is gonna be moving around
our house, only, probably, not when the calendar says it is Hanukkah. Cuz, ummm, HOLIDAY!
**I had to take a deep
breath this morning when holiday stress reared its ugly head while I was still
in BED… What would I make for the
perfect Christmas breakfast?? There had
to be something fluffy and brightly colored displayed on just the right plates… Then my sweetheart rolled over and said he
was hungry for cereal. See why I love
this guy??
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