Moments create moments: little pieces of moments come together to create a beautiful, whole moment. That is a phenomenon like privacy in the bathroom.
Like most of us during this crazy time. I am spent, done, ready for wine. You get it. This past week, I combated my stress through cooking. When life gets tough, I head to the kitchen. Sometimes I am asked to stop baking.
The holiday season makes me nuts. Maybe it’s the stress. Maybe it’s the endless To-Do Lists. Maybe the Ghost of Christmas Past enjoys churning things up a little too much.
I started the holiday season feeling such gratitude and joy. I knew my joy and gratitude would soon be tested because life is a series of moments of serene joy and gratitude, not a constant plane of happy. Get real. For constant happy I would need a cocktail of something….. Perhaps a mix of denial and delirium?
I am trying very hard to live fearlessly (within reason). I am a wife and mom of two little kids. I am not talking about skydiving or running with the bulls. I am talking about something way scarier…
I am making strides in the Holiday Sprint. This time of year is stressful and often frustrating with the demands of Rockwell perfect and the reality of Griswold results. I get it.
“You still look pretty!” I felt my insides cringe after I said that.