I recently heard a fellow writer (actually she’s an author since she’s published) say that really noting gets done in December when it comes to writing.
I sort of agree with her.
December is all about getting ‘stuff’ done that is needed to be done to make the holidays ‘light and bright’ but nothing gets done that is wanted.
Unless, of course, you want every thing ‘light and bright’
I’m not a big fan of the holidays . . . but I bet you already had that one figured out.
My ‘unlike’ of the Christmas Season and all its trimmings is not new. Even as a child, I recoiled from all the frivolities of Christmas.
Until I was an adult, I sort of when along with whatever the family was doing, but once I got out on my own, I sort of turned the dial back on all the Christmas stuff.
The huge expectations in regarding how we celebrate Christmas, I tossed aside. Even though I came of age during the Martha Stewart era where decorating your home (inside and out), wrapping presents, cooking and baking was morphed into a seasonal competition.
Is it any wonder I fell short?
So now long into middle age, I have no one to impress and more importantly, no longer wanting to gain anyone’s gratitude.
I still put up a tree. I still wrap presents. I still cook (just returned from Cost Co – the warehouse shopping experience!).
But my expectations for December and Christmas are much lower than every before. That sounds like a negative but it isn’t.
Finally after all these years, I enjoy Christmas and all that the season brings even if my writing is a wash in December.
I’m looking forward to January as a big dry off! And, back to writing.
See you then.